Sober, sweary, beagle-owning linguist, sharing and oversharing while I work in the background to secure an agent for my memoir, Things I Learned After It Was Too Late.
Querying a hybrid memoir Things I Learned After It Was Too Late - blending linguistic relativity and life lessons learned the hard way, through domestic abuse, parenting a disabled child, addiction and recovery, and the joys of online dating.
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On life in Madrid and life in another language. Or put another way: on place and belonging, and feeling more at home in places where you donโt officially belong.