Elizabeth Ducie was a successful international manufacturing consultant, when she decided to give it all up and start telling lies for a living instead.
Elizabeth Ducie trained as a scientist and worked in the international pharmaceutical industry for nearly thirty years before deciding she wanted to make a complete change of direction. She gave up the day job, began studying the craft of creative writing, and has now writes fiction more or less full-time.
When Elizabeth Ducie had been working in the international pharmaceutical industry for nearly thirty years, she decided she’d like to take a break from technical writing—text books, articles and training modules—and write about some of her travel experiences instead. She took some courses in Creative Writing and discovered to her surprise that she was happier, and more successful, writing fiction than memoirs or life-writing. In 2012, she gave up the day job, and started writing full-time. She has published three novels, three collections of short stories and a series of manuals on business skills for writers.
Elizabeth Ducie was born and brought up in Birmingham. As a teenager, she won a holiday to France, Spain and Portugal for writing essays and poetry in a newspaper competition. Despite this promising start in the literary world, she took scientific qualifications and spent more than thirty years as a manufacturing consultant, technical writer and small business owner, publishing a number of pharmaceutical text books and editing a technical journal along the way. She returned to creative writing in 2006 and since then, she has written short stories and poetry for competitions — and has had a few wins, several honourable mentions and some short-listing. She is also published in several anthologies.
Under the Chudleigh Phoenix Publications imprint, she has published one solo collection of short stories and co-authored another two. She also writes and lectures on business skills for writers running their own small business. Her debut novel, the prize-winning Gorgito’s Ice Rink, was published in 2014. This was followed by two thrillers, Counterfeit! and Deception! in 2015 and 2016 respectively.
Having left Birmingham to study in London, Elizabeth lived for more than twenty years in Wilmington, Kent. In 2007, she moved to the South West of England, where she lives with her husband, Michael, in a converted granary sited picturesquely on the banks of, and occasionally within the path of, a small stream. In 2012, she closed down her technical consultancy in order to concentrate full-time on her writing. In 2013 she graduated from Exeter University with an MA in Creative Writing
Elizabeth is the editor of the Chudleigh Phoenix Community Magazine, a monthly online newsletter and for 5 years ran the Chudleigh Phoenix Annual Short Story Competition. She is a member of the Chudleigh Writers’ Circle and one of the organisers of the annual Chudleigh Literary Festival. She is also a member of Exeter Writers, West of England Authors and ALLi (the Alliance for Independent Authors). She spends far too much time on Facebook and Twitter, but has met some wonderful members of the writing community as a result.
When she is not writing, Elizabeth is a keen reader and singer (she is a member of a number of local choirs). She also enjoys live theatre of any kind and shares with her husband a love of fine dining; she is a real sucker for the kind of country house hotel where you can kick off your shoes and curl up with a book in front of a log fire. She would like you to believe she is also a keen walker, enjoying the beauties of Dartmoor and the South Devon coastline—but, as a writer, she’s good at making things up.
Elizabeth Ducie is an author and publisher. She lives in a small town in Devon and these days she rarely travels further than Exeter; she finds going to London is a really big thing; and she rarely goes anywhere near an airport. But it wasn’t always like that.
For more than thirty years, Elizabeth was a scientist in the international pharmaceutical industry working with factories and governments in more than fifty countries around the world, helping them to improve the quality and safety of the drugs on sale in those countries. She has made more than one hundred visits to the Former Soviet Union countries and has visited more places in Russia than many Russians. She has worked with hundreds of people, has made some wonderful friends and treasures many happy memories. In the late 1990s she also started writing articles and textbooks; she was editor of a technical journal for a number of years.
In 2006, Elizabeth decided to turn her hand to creative writing and get some of her travel experiences down on paper. She discovered, to her surprise, that the best way for her to capture these experiences is by way of fiction. She has now written a number of collections of short stories and three novels Today, she’s going to talk to us about…
When I was at primary school, I was one of the fastest runners and used to take part in local and regional sporting events. I was a sprinter and a hurdler, and I always ran in my bare feet, long before Zola Budd made it fashionable.
I swam a mile, in Erdington swimming baths, when I was about 14. You had to stick to one stroke throughout, and I chose backstroke, as it was the only one I thought I could sustain that long. I had a stiff neck for days afterwards—but I still have the certificate.
When I went to University in London in the 1970s, I was having far too much fun to concentrate on my studies; I failed most of my first year exams and had to take a year off to re-sit everything. When I returned, I was wiser, quieter—and studied harder—but don’t regret that fun year in the least.
One of my early jobs was running a small factory in north London. Most of my employees were quite young and I was the only one considered responsible enough to operate the fork-lift truck. I loved the look on the lorry drivers’ faces at the sight of this young woman driver. They were always waiting for me to drop the load off the forks—but I never did.
When I went back to University to study Creative Writing, I panicked for weeks beforehand; not about the studying, but about what I should wear for my return to campus after a break of nearly forty years!