About K L Crear
My Story
K. L. Crear is a teenager trapped in the body of a much older woman (she’s still in denial). After decades spent in the grey-suited world of banking, the Civil Service, and property management, she somehow found herself bankrupt, baffled, but never bitter.
Armed with an often inappropriate sense of humour and a well-timed expletive, she has survived two rounds with the Big C, countless sticky situations, and every *Real Housewives* franchise (purely for research, of course).
After years of procrastination—and a gentle shove from Father Time—she finally swapped a pint of pinot for a pen. She now writes laugh-out-loud women’s fiction, with a couple of memoirs under her belt too.
She dreams of owning a permanently cheerful axolotl but recently declined the chance to hug a sloth (because clinging to a tree while peeing on yourself is not aspirational).
A proud Yorkshire lass now living in a quiet corner of the Northeast, she shares her home with her endlessly patient, slightly deaf husband and their rescue cat, Pickle—who has a resting bitch face to rival any Real Housewife.
K. L. Crear donates a portion of book sales to charities close to her heart, including Women’s Aid, Great Ormond Street Children’s Hospital, Epilepsy Society, and Macmillan Cancer Support.
Personal Life
My favourite thing is to spend time with my family and little grandson. I also enjoy reading, watching mindless “Real Housewives” shows on television, or listening to Radio 4. If I feel like being sociable and leaving the house (which I do every now and then) there’s nothing better than socialising with my fabulous girlfriends who keep me sane and well topped up on Sauvignon Blanc.
I live in County Durham with my husband and our eternally grumpy rescue cat. A more formidable feline you couldn’t wish to meet.
I am keen to raise awareness of epilepsy and all cancer but particularly the very rare parathyroid cancer that I was diagnosed with after my initial kidney cancer diagnosis.
