Last year will forever be known as one of my absolute favourites in terms of personal achievements. (Politics / current affairs... not so much). But for me, Super 'Sixteen was absolutely packed to the rafters with wonderful things. My husband and I made a couple of tiny people, I travelled to some incredible places and a complete dream came true when I had my very first novel published. Absolute WOWZERS!
I've wanted to write since I was little. I read English Literature at uni, mostly just an excuse to read a shiz tonne of books and call it "studying". And then I trained as a journalist so that I could write all the hot damn time. As much as I loved, and still love, writing articles for magazines, I always knew that I wanted to write a novel.
So a couple of years back, I set to it. After squirrelling myself away for hours plotting, penning and eventually proof reading, I took a leap of faith and sent my book out. My fabulous agent Amanda must have seen some potential in me because she signed me up when we first met in London one sunny January day. On that same day, I had coffee with Christina at Headline, who had read my blog and wondered if I fancied writing something for them. Obviously I remained super chill and replied with a nonchalant 'I guess so'.*