Writing gives me such anxiety. I think it’s a hang-up from all the essays and exams I did throughout school and university. Even as I sit here, I’ve been staring at a blank page for over an hour, waiting for the words to come out. And with each passing minute, I’m getting more and more frustrated. Sigh.
And yet, here I am. I’ve just finished writing what is technically my ninth book. It sounds absolutely wild when I say that. I had never imagined growing up that I would become an author.
