I've always been an avid reader, even as a child. My mum instilled this within me. I was told that I was always allowed to buy more books, even if I'd used up my pocket money for that week. As I got older, I started writing my own stories. Of course, I look back now at the ones I wrote at a young age and cringe because the things that seemed so important to twelve year old me seem so silly now. However, I think allowing my ideas to come onto the page from an early age was beneficial to me. 

I was in my second year of university, procrastinating from packing up my things to move house, when I began my story, I Didn't Plan For This. I sat and wrote for hours solidly, packed the notebook away and forgot about it entirely. It was only when I was clearing things out last year when I found it again. The difference between this story and the ones from my teenage years is that this one didn't make me cringe. In fact, I was impressed with what I'd written. That sealed it then; I was going to write this story. I spent months building this world, these characters that I grew to love and a storyline that I enjoyed. Even if nothing came of it, I can say I'm proud of myself for even getting this far.