I grew up in a council estate. Went to a comprehensive school. Been working since I was 12, started on market stalls, cleaned lots of places, worked in an old peoples home. I studied hard to get A-levels then had to give up my first degree and moved away from my hometown. Moved up to office work. I met a man, got married, started studying for the degree I now have while working full time, began the course 8 months pregnant with my son, ended it six months pregnant with my daughter. I’ve written many novels, two published by an independent publisher, one self-published. I’ve got contracts for one more standalone, and a series of five steampunk novels.
You know what this makes me?
An arsehole.
You know what I see in the mirror?
A failure.
I dislike the book “Wuthering Heights” because there is not a single likeable character, they all deserve the misery they got. They are all nicer people than I am.
Real bad day, sorry.
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