Daniel Hurst
I’ve wanted to be a writer ever since I can remember. As a child, I would scribble stories and give them to my parents, my overactive imagination filled with excitement and dreams as I felt like being an author was just something you chose to do and it was as easy as that. Fast forward a few decades and I was in my thirties, still harbouring the childhood dream, yet feeling as far away from it as ever. I worked 9-5 as a procurement officer in a bank, a job that did little to set my creative imagination soaring. Worse than that, due to a combination of lethargy, fear, and a lack of knowledge about the publishing world, I had no finished…