I’ve wanted to be a writer from the time I was a very small child. Writers – particularly novelists – seemed like gods, as far as I could tell. I briefly wanted to be a magician when I was about five years old, but being a writer seemed like the closest to magic it was possible to get.
My path to publication has been long and winding. I’m 42 now, and I first tried to get published when I was 11, submitting an essay to magazine. My late grandmother, Eithne, wrote short stories and sent them out, so I decided to follow suit. I received a very kind rejection slip in the post and was hooked on the process
