It’s been a long time since I prioritised writing. I go through phases. I’ll write, learn, grow, and then I’ll need money, or it will get hard – words feeling like sludge or subjects just too challenging – and I’ll put all of myself back into a paid job. My anxiety arises when I stay…
For as long as I can remember I have loved writing stories. One of the first ones I remember clearly was writing a version of The Highway Man in school. Instead of a horse, he drove a beat up, rusted through Škoda called biscuit. It was silly, but fun to write. For some reason I still remember it.…