This is the first full length book that I have 'put out there' so to speak. Imagine me quite literally quaking with fear as I anxiously check to see if anyone has posted a review about my book. Even a bad review would be welcome!

Why? Because I need to know. Have I been wasting my time writing? Have I virtually given up my social life (not to mention my nonexistent love life) for something I am absolute crap at?

Or is it possible, no matter how slim the chances are, that I can tell a story that others will enjoy.

Some days, it’s what keeps me going – the sheer possibility. I am driven to write. Ideas fill my head every minute of the day while I’m at work. I am constantly scribbling down thoughts on anything I can get my hands on at the time.

Writing can be such a lonely business in many ways, and it is hard to get honest feedback from family...

'Yeah – love your book.’
'Er – thanks – but are you sure you’re not just being nice – that you don’t want to hurt my poor little feelings – or cause a family feud?’


Honestly, I would have preferred some honest criticism. Something I could work with to strengthen my stories. Every book has faults.

When I am not writing, I can be found working at a high school, supporting students with learning and social difficulties who are struggling to find their place in a world that can be far too cruel for people who don't 'fit' the norm. What's normal anyway?

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy my story, and if not, I hope you can take a moment to tell me why.

Blog: http://millenniumschildren.blogspot.com.au/