When I begin to write a new story, regardless of what age range I am aiming for, there’s a voice I hear as I jot down the words. Sometimes the voice is loud and clear and other times it whispers before disappearing from my mind until I work my way… more

My imposter syndrome thoughts started a while ago, when I first put pen to paper and considered myself a writer. Back when I was changing nappies in between drafts and using snail mail because on-line forms and e-mails weren’t used much at the time. Fast forward fourteen years and here… more

I met you by chance. Your mass of brown cells sat quietly behind my optical nerve before the light picked you up and made you visible. Were you just waiting for your special moment to pounce or are you quite happy with your lot, sitting in the dark, silently evolving… more