I am a writer and prospective author of my first book, Heart Eater.

For the past six years, I have been in a power struggle with myself. I started writing at the end of my first year of university. What did I study? I’m glad you asked. I studied civil engineering. Woo-ha, you studied engineering and wrote a book? That sounds like a recipe for disaster, you might say. And you would be correct. My four-year degree extended to seven because of my writing. But I’m not sorry. In all honesty, I don’t believe I would have started to write if I didn’t study engineering.

I graduated from university at the end of 2015 and had been searching for a job in South Africa since then. Well, it’s ten months later, and there is still no prospective job for me. “entry-level position available for graduates. Must have three years relevant experience.” – Err; what?. Luckily for me, I have a great family that supports me in my search, but at this stage, I feel my search has come to an end. I have made the not-so-light decision of pursuing a life as an author. I say not-so-light because I suffered through a pretty hectic degree for seven years just to get to the finish line and being told there is no work for me. And let’s face it; many people say they are writers but cannot pay their bills. I remember reading a comment by Stephen King when asked when he would consider someone a successful writer. And he responded, “The moment they can pay a bill, any bill.” A bleak statement. But at this stage, I have nothing else to lose.

So, I got this.