Back in February I released my debut fiction book, you may think it strange to hear, but I was slightly nervous about my friends and family grabbing a copy. As an author, I should be over the moon at the sales, but the majority of my friends aren’t my typical audience. You see, I write young adult fantasy fiction. Supernatural stories about sixteen-year-old protagonists who go on a demon hunt with a bunch of faeries and witches. As it happens, the feedback I’ve received has been overwhelming. I may have converted a few die-hard historical romance readers over to the dark side.
When I receive reviews from my young readers, they gush over the plot and tell me who their favourite character is. When I ask for feedback from my adult friends, nine times out of ten I get, ‘Oh I wish I was creative, how magical to be born with this talent.’