G J Marshall

About G J Marshall

I’m the youngest of eight children and raised in a very small, predominantly Maori town in the beautiful Hawkes Bay of New Zealand. I’ve always been interested in travelling and meeting new people as well as classical history so I moved from New Zealand to London – using it as a base for my travels. It's been several decades since then and I’m still here. After working as a legal cashier for 20 years in the City I was a casualty of the economy's instability and panic in the City. This gave me the chance to change my life; I started my other love; writing, then began my degree with the Open University and took a job in the Civil Service at the lively Streatham Jobcentre before becoming a Personal Assistant at the GLD. In 2015 I graduated with a BA (Honours) in the Humanities with Creative Writing and Classical Studies – and a first of which I am proud. Since then I have worked on my novel 'Mana'. I have no kids, no partners, just friends who take the place of my NZ family. But don’t get me wrong – I love my brothers and sister and all the extended family that make up my whanau, it's just that there are dreams to pursue...

Hope: a true story (part 3)

Hope: a true story (part 3)

The true story of a woman’s lifelong search for her mother told by G J Marshall on behalf of a friend But this was to no avail – they had lost it. No surprise there, but plenty of disappointment. Once again, my past disappeared into a gaping black hole, sucking into itself anything that may […]

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Hope: a true story (part 2)

Hope: a true story (part 2)

The true story of a woman’s lifelong search for her mother Told by G J Marshall on behalf of a friend We sat at her worn but clean sitting-room where framed photographs vied for space with little ornaments. A nest of tables with a lace doily crouched between us. Pushing a plate of chocolate digestives […]

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Hope: a true story (part 1)

Hope: a true story (part 1)

The true story of a woman’s lifelong search for her mother Told by G J Marshall on behalf of a friend I’m Emma Jean and if it wasn’t for the four year old girl out for a walk with her dad I would have died. It’s that simple. It was March 28th 1971, I was […]

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