I can't remember a time when I didn't write. I've read and loved books for as long as I can remember, and since the age of six-ish, I've wanted to be an author (except for a passing interest in being a geography teacher when I was about fourteen, before I discovered how deep my mutual hatreds of children and speaking in front of people ran). It sounds like a cliche, but I write because I have to. I wrote my first complete novel when I was fifteen, and since then, I have to be working on something, otherwise I go a bit stir crazy. Five years, seventeen novels and no major breakdowns later, here we are.
For me, reading has always been an escape, and writing just seemed like the natural progression of that. I probably read a book I didn't like and thought, "I could do better than that," or else a certain family member pushed me into actually writing something down, instead of just talking about ideas all the time. I don't currently have a project, I'm starting to put together the fragments of an idea that I have high hopes for. At the moment I have four linked strands all taking place in different decades, although my fear is that I'm doing something very similar to the current ITV drama Marchlands, which I honestly haven't watched, just seen adverts for. At the moment, my main dilemma is whether to tell the story in a traditional linear fashion, or have it jump around all over the place, which I think has come from the Chuck Palahniuk novels I've been reading recently, particularly "Invisible Monsters", which seems to follow no specific chronology, but the reader has no trouble placing the events, despite the constant changing of information, including names, genders, relationships.