I don’t expect my books to sell well anymore given I’m now going down the self-publishing route. I don’t need the money or the fancy publisher/literary agent. I’m doing this because I have stories to tell, and I’m determined to tell them. My father always wanted to write a book, but we lost him at 64 to cancer. He had just retired and was preparing to fulfil his writing dream. It’s one of the reasons I wrote my first novel. I wrote it for him. Now, I want to write more books to honour his name, make my family proud of me, and prove a lot of people wrong. The last 18 months have taken a tremendous toll on me mentally and this will be reflected in my writing. These stories are being written from the darkest of places, but I hope that they will finally see the light of day and be enjoyed by some, if not many.