Sometimes I really regret that I didn’t study creative writing at university. I was really encouraged to write throughout primary school, and in early high school a couple of teachers were also quite complimentary about my writing skills. But as university choices loomed ever closer, and I was able to get good grades in other subjects too, then my teachers steered my career choices towards “practical” subjects and I ended up studying mathematics.
Of course, everything in life happens for a reason, and if I hadn’t studied maths, I wouldn’t have …

As I type this, quite literally, I’m sitting a way back from my desk (finally, I understand the value of the wireless keyboard!) so that I can supervise the printing of my novel’s manuscript. It’s the first time I’ve printed the whole thing at once, and to be perfectly honest, I don’t trust my printer to get it right. Neither do my two cats, apparently, because they’re both sitting next to the printer (it’s on a very low table) watching each page come out.
So you can correctly surmise from this …