Along with everyone else, I’d always quite liked the idea of writing a book, but just like everyone else, I’d never quite had the time.
So in 2012, when I found myself on a three month secondment to Manhattan with work, I decided it was the moment to see if there was one in me. I was in a new city with no friends, no obligations, nothing in particular to do in my spare time (apart from try to get in shape – but that’s another story), and in a place renowned for providing a truck load of inspiration. This was it, now or never, go big or go home, but there was just one little problem; I had nothing to write about.
So first thing first, I had to come up with a story; an easy to read, escapist, love story obviously, but beyond that, who knew?