Hi, my name is Lorna, and I’m a write-aholic. I first started writing just over five years ago when I was on maternity leave with my second child. Just to see what it was like. You know? And I haven’t been able to stop since. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and need to jot an idea down. Sometimes people are talking to me, and I’m in a different world altogether. Sometimes I write on scrappy pieces of paper, credit card bills, one of my many beautiful notepads that I never seem to have enough of, or I deface the back of a magazine. Anything to get my fix.

And I’m not sorry.

Not one bit.

Because I’m getting better. I can feel it. I can feel the beginning of everything just within my grasp. Especially now that I have this lovely lot to share the journey with – my fellow ex-Curtis Brown Creative gang. They’re awesome, and supportive, and lovely, and wise, and funny, and determined, and talented. In fact, I was a little intimidated when I first met them – I have no official qualifications at all, while they’re all journalists, MLitt students, teachers…

And me, well, I’m a pharmacist by trade – you know, that medical

I used to work here… at least it felt like that sometimes…

professional that everyone forgets about? There was even a hospital once that was built with no pharmacy in it at all. They just forgot to put one in. Wards, check. Clinics, check. Theatres, check. Morgue, check. The place where the medicines come from – that supplies those things that actually treat the patients (and hopefully prevent them from ever ending up in the morgue),so fairly important, you’d think… it was nowhere to be seen.

But pharmacists, like writers, don’t want to be at the forefront. We’re in the background, almost forgotten about… but nothing would happen without us.

And that’s the way it should be, well, at least where writing’s concerned. The characters and the plot should be centre stage, take all the credit, get all the love.

While we fall down the crack in between the words.