This Writing Life
'Since securing the top prize in a widely-publicized UK writing contest, Anouska Knight has become an international sensation with her debut novel, Since You’ve Been Gone, hitting both
The Bookseller and Heatseekers bestseller lists.
A former bakery owner, she has gone on to wide acclaim in her native England and now writes full-time, currently on her next novel
for Harper Collins.'
Well that's the professional bit out of the way!
Snippet of bio - check.
Presentable snap of me doing my best to look all authory and knowledgeable - check.
That photo is a complete deception. As many writers will tell you, books are written in coffee/tear-stained pyjamas, not eyebrow pencil and freshly ironed* clothes.
I know this, because I've written a few.
It all went a bit bonkers after I had a bash at a brilliant writing competition on ITV and my winning debut book turned actual, bona fide bestseller. (True story.)
Four years, three more finished novels and two further book deals later, here I am all fidgety and excited again at the impending release of my next book, due to hit bookshelves near you, March 2018. Eep.
Perfect Strangers will be my fourth (FOURTH!) published title, and the first of a two-book deal with Harper Collins. Which is very cool and still a little bit unbelievable.
So before they start cracking the whip again with talk of me donning those grubby pyjamas and making a start on book 5, I thought I'd share a little bit about this writing life I've tumbled into.
Because who doesn't like a little peek behind the scenes, right?
*(Another deception - not a clue where my iron is.)
What would YOU do if a
stranger took your name and broke it?
Would you try to become
someone new? or would you find them...
and take it back?
''These sessions are to help you make your way out of the woods, Isobel. Therapy speak. But it had been Sophie who’d led Isobel through at the time, not the therapist and her analogies. If there had been any hint of a silverlining to the nightmare, Sophie had been it. They’d had a lifetime of lukewarm sisterhood, but then the blip had brought them together. The constant stream of unrelenting spite, the horrendous trail of filth and hate, it had somehow flowed out to something good right down at the core of them, forging their sisterhood into a solid, iron-like thing.''
- Perfect Strangers