It's been many, many years since I last logged on here, yet this story remains one of my greatest achievements as an author. Because, dear readers, I am an author. Like, a professional one. I make a living as a freelance editor and writer, a life which all started because of this fanfic.
This story started when I was about 16 and I lost myself in it for two years. It was the first novel I'd ever really written. The warm response, excited reviews, and overwhelmingly encouraging response I received to a story that was, at the time, a niche genre of the Les Miserables fanfiction world, slowly began to convince me that I was actually good at this writing thing.
So, instead of finishing my A-levels and becoming a painter/decorator as I'd planned, I applied to study Creative Writing at university. And I got in. And I learned to write. And I got a First Class BA Hons degree.
I went on to complete an MSc in Publishing and then struck off on my own as a freelance editor. But the writing called me back. I began to offer it as one of my services. I became a successful ghostwriter. Then, after a few standalone books, I was put in charge of developing and writing a seven-book series. It was cosy crime, and I had a blast.
I turned 26 this month (March 2022), bringing it to roughly ten years since I first started writing A Different Version of Events. Last week, I signed a contract with a publisher to write a trilogy. A trilogy that I get to put my name on. A trilogy that will be printed and turned into audiobooks and be translated into other languages.
And I have this story – this wild, rambling, story of occasionally dubious quality and questionable usage of the French language – to thank for that. I have you, the reviewers and readers, to thank for that.
I would not be where I am without this book. Thank you for reading. Thank you for believing in me.
All my love, mes amis,
Elizabeth xx
