If I drew a map of my path to publication it would have numerous dead ends, and resemble a river delta with meandering streams, all feeding into one big channel. I’ve been writing short fiction for thirteen years and it’s taken that long to navigate my scarily diverse story streams, many individually published online or in anthologies and magazines, into a single collection.
Like many writers, my dream to be published started early, at primary school, when my stories were read out to the class. That dream continued into my teens, when I penned some really dreadful poetry, though my ambition to ‘become a writer’ waned during my animal-loving ‘I want to be a vet’ stage. I had to
