This week, I’m over at the Canberra Speculative Fiction Guild blog talking about the wrong paths writers can sometimes take in life…
Picture this: I was twenty-four, it was my first day working for a top London law firm, and I already knew I’d made the biggest mistake of my life.
I blame Tenerife. Two years prior, my housemate and I had flown to the Canary Islands for a long weekend. It was a long way to go just for a weekend and it felt decadent. So decadent, I wanted more… But how would an editorial assistant for a small Birmingham publishing company afford such decadence on a regular basis?
Find out what happened next by reading the rest of that guest blog post over here!
