A fortnight before my dreams came true, I told myself the same thing, over and over: “That’s it. You can die happy now. You’ve achieved everything you’ve ever wanted to in this world; more, in fact.”I’d spent the fortnight in a gloriously liminal space, full of anticipation of the day my first book would be published. I was convinced that the moment I’d see my book on a bookshelf, that would be it. A life-defining moment that would finally make me feel as though I am on the grid.
Source: Irish Independent March 16, 2026 11:32 UTC