If you’d asked me a year ago if my writing was going well… Let’s be honest here, you wouldn’t have asked me, because I’d never told anyone it was what I wanted to do.

As I’ve previously discussed, it was only due to being in a low place that I actually began to write, and then I kept it secret. It was only as I realised I had the basics of a book, that I told my best friend. She kindly read it for me after I made her promise a hundred times not to laugh, to tell me the truth if she hated it, and not to let anyone else see.

At this point we were still only allowed to meet one person outside so we walked around the park in the cold while she told me how much she’d loved the book – it didn’t even have a…