About the Author

Jo Mabey was born more years ago than she is prepared to disclose and grew up in a small town in West Yorkshire.

Due to her belief that the grass is always greener, she left Yorkshire as a teenager and spent many years flitting from place to place, working several different jobs and studying at four universities. She did not manage to gain four degrees but somewhere along the way developed a passion for writing.

Her stories and poems have appeared in various journals and anthologies, while her YA novel, Polly’s World, was shortlisted in the Northern Writers Hachette Children’s Novel Award. She was also awarded first prize in the short story competition for Scotland’s Indie Book Festival 2023.

By an unfortunate twist of fate, Joanna ended up back in that same small West Yorkshire town from where she tried so desperately to escape and currently resides there with her high-maintenance daughter, mad dog, and overweight cat. She spends most of her time overthinking, procrastinating, and not writing. 

My Latest Writing

  • Damage Scale

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    Grade 0 – No damageWe are good friends. Almost family. We go on outings and holidays together with our children. We help each other out. That’s what friends do. Grade 1 – Slight damage (hairline cracks in a few walls)You are late. Again. But it’s no problem – I know you have a lot of…

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  • THIS THING THAT IS

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    This thing that is the other meDistorts the thoughts inside my head,Ignores my pleas, won’t let me be. It sucks away my sanityAnd strews my pain about the bed.This thing that is the other me Imbues my sheets with misery.It turns my dreams to black and red,Ignores my pleas, won’t let me be. This thing…

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  • Carton of 30 Prozac capsules, England, 1993

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    MADE: 1993 in BasingstokeMAKER: Eli Lilly and Company LimitedNo more that dull ache on waking.No more wondering if today is the day.The day you won’t be able to get out of bed.The day you won’t be able to carry on the pretence.The day you won’t be able to carry on.No. That little cream and green…

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