Iremember when I was six years old, sitting on the floor at infant school, listening to the teacher tell us the most brilliant story. Full of intriguing plot twists, it was fast paced, exciting … and then the bell rang. ‘No!’ I shouted. ‘I need to know how the story ends.’ The teacher smiled and suggested I write my own ending. So, I did. And that’s when I realised how much I loved writing because unlike other subjects we studied at school, there were no right or wrong answers when writing a story. The next day I was so excited to show the teacher what I’d written but never found the courage to pull the pages from
