For the longest time, I would tell anyone who would listen…heck, to pretty much anyone who would listen full stop…that I was never going to write a book again.
I’d had it up to here.
I’d enjoyed writing children’s books for a while, but with everything else I had on my plate, I had more than enough to do.
The experience of getting my book Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone published had nearly killed me, and I wasn’t going to go there again.
At least, that’s what I thought.
I mean, what writer gets to ride around in a limo on their first book launch? What writer gets to see their story come to life in front of their very eyes in the form of a film?
What writer gets to show their children their story come to life?
The answer is, of course, no writer.
And then I had a revelation.
I was no ordinary writer. I was a writer who had made a deal with a software developer.
That developer was a wizard whose idea of black magic wasn’t to scam innocent people out of their life savings.