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They advise us to write what we know, and I know of a fear now that I didn’t before.

In a bid to get back into writing fiction, I decided to write a (dramatic) account of my first driving lesson and, I’ll be damned. It worked! The words were flowing probably for the first time since this time last year actually.

ReadΒ Screech now.

It is now available to read via ISSUU, a great website for digitalising and sharing your writing. It’s called Screech in reference to the sound of breaks and, um, me trying to play it cool behind the wheel.