Writing Weekends

My Dear Mai, Father has become suspicious of our correspondence again so this will be my last letter for a while. He gives talks of my betrothal to this King Lucas of WiccaWood-for where on earth is that? I certainly haven’t heard of before, Father only names the four kingdoms I am to rule, strangely…

Why I Write

Ever since I was little, when mum used to read me stories to bed until I could read, I have always wanted to write. Even when I could read, I insisted mum could keep on reading me to sleep because I loved being transported to another world. When I actually learnt to read, through the…