2017: My year of writing dangerously.

I remember this time last year. I was on maternity leave with my two-month old who was gradually starting to settle. During those early weeks while she slept I managed to finish the initial draft of my first novel that I had been working on for some time. I wondered Now what? Where do I…

What my sensible day job taught me about creative writing.

  It was 2014. I was working as a doctor-in-training, and a Professor who I had worked with for several years, approached me about writing an editorial. He’d been asked to contribute the article as a companion piece for a paper about gene therapy in HIV infection*, but was snowed under with work. If I…