Since I could pick up a pen, I have been writing. As a child, I subjected my family to listening to my stories, acting them out or writing them down on post-it notes at my grandparent’s house. At Primary School, I wrote stories about me and my friends being transported to the world of Pokemon – writing fanfiction before I even knew what fanfiction was. My mother was constantly taking me back and forth to the library, and I would devour the five books I was allowed to take out at a time. As I grew older, I discovered Harry Potter and Horrible Histories. After reading Anne Rice’s books, I was struck by an idea, and realised that maybe I, too, could write.
During my first year of A Levels, we were encouraged to begin looking at University courses. I felt like the only one who had no idea what to do, and settled on, perhaps, doing English at University. Then, flicking through the prospectus of the University my brother was attending at the time, I spotted two words. Creative Writing. After a gap year – spent working, not travelling – I went to the University of Hull, where my love of film was indulged by American Studies, and my love of writing indulged by the other half of my course. Now, on the verge of graduating, and back home (permenantly) I am serarching desperatly for a job, while keeping up with the writing. This blog, for me, is a place to express my thoughts on a variety of things, so expect to see comments on the world, my family, films and TV, as well as whatever else crosses my mind.