Some people scroll TikTok. Others play five-a-side or obsess over air fryers. Me? I write novels no one reads. Not in a candlelit, tortured-artist kind of way. More in the “squeezing out 300 words before bed while the kettle boils for a second cuppa” kind of way. I’m a wannabe writer. A maybe-someday novelist. Someone … Continue reading Confessions of a Wannabe Writer (and Parent, and Employee, and Perpetual Rewriter)