‘In June 2016, I’d just turned 29 and had very little to show for it: two degrees I wasn’t using, two kids who didn’t sleep, and a host of immigration problems which had aborted any chance of a ‘real’ career.
‘I also had an unwritten novel floating around in my head, one that was nagging to be penned. Objectively, I knew that my chances of ever being published were very low. Agents sign about one new client for every 1,000 queries, and editors buy perhaps one out of every 100 agented books landing on their desk.
‘But with all my other options closing down, I wanted to try writing it anyway. Sometimes, the act
