Cringing at the blatant self-insert story I wrote when I was eleven

Picture this: you're eleven years old. Your favourite book series is CHERUB by Robert Muchamore. You are obsessed with magic. You're a budding author. What do you do? Obviously, you write your own story, combining your two favourite things and starring yourself. Flash forward to three days ago: you're now 24. You find the first … Continue reading Cringing at the blatant self-insert story I wrote when I was eleven