Now I've written many blog posts in the past to do with my self-published books and recently one to announce ZA and it's arrival in the world, and it's got me thinking about how dreams warp and change as we do. When I first started writing, my dream was to finish a book. Then a trilogy. Write five books. Write ten. Now I'm not sure I'll hit another goal until I've written twenty-five, fifty, a hundred. What I do know is that I won't stop setting them. I'm one of those people

Being a writer . . . Waking up in the middle of the night to write something down. Re-reading old notes and wondering what you were thinking. Not writing something down and regretting it. Having incredible ideas whilst out walking, in the shower, watching TV. Sit in front of a computer: nothing. This is the best thing ever! Everyone will love this! This is the worst thing I've ever written. Why would anyone be interested in this rubbish. Repeat. Constructing fantastic sentenc