After working as a social worker in London, Roma changed careers and began working in the media. Starting out in local radio and TV, she moved to London to work for the BBC as a journalist and producer. She spent three years developing satellite broadcasting as commissioning editor for lifestyle programmes, before returning to the BBC as a Radio 4 producer. She has also worked as a freelance journalist contributing to The Times, the Guardian, and the monthly magazines. She loves animals, walking with her dog, Pilates, reading, music and films, and she is a self-confessed news junkie.
As a Story Terrace writer, Roma interviews customers and turns their life stories into books. Get to know her better: you can read an autobiographical story of her own below. Get in touch today to work with her!
My alarm clock wakes me at 5 a.m., ready for my early morning game drive in Africa. Bleary-eyed, I fall out of bed and reach for my clothes. And there, sitting on top of my shorts, is a huge – and I mean gigantic – no, even larger than that – as big as a house – hairy spider. I kid you not, it was bigger than my dinner plates. Now, I am no coward: I have faced snakes, scorpions, elephants and bears, but big hairy spiders? Well, that just fuels my arachnophobia big time.
So what do I do? Obviously, I scream, run into the toilet and tell my husband that our thirty-year marriage is on the line if he doesn’t deal with it immediately. As I cower in the toilet, door firmly locked with a towel covering the crack under the door, I hear banging, swearing and the clank of the patio door. “It’s gone,” he shouts.
“Are you sure?” I whimper. I won’t report the expletives that came forth.
Our game reserve driver was not amused. “You should never kill a spider,” he said. “They are easy to coax outside.” But then, his marriage was not at stake!