Like most writers, I have a ‘novel in a drawer’; an unpublished masterpiece (lol no) that I think about every now and again. It’s a YA novel about gymnastics that I finished about nine years ago. I laboured over it, sent it out to agents, and hoped hoped hoped it would be published. It’s still…
“What’s it like to see your book in print?” is a question I’ve been asked a lot recently and the only answer I can come up with is: surreal. A huge part of that, I think, is I’m acutely aware of the alternate-universe version of events. Three years ago, another me put this book away…
It’s time to stop cringing when people ask if you’re a writer. It’s time to stop waving your hand when people ask what you write. For a long time, when people would ask if I was a writer, I would make a face. A full-on Kermit-style twist of the mouth. If I managed to grit…
