SARAH POWELL was six weeks old when she was tucked away under the desk in her mother's medical practice. It's no wonder that at the age of fourteen she figured she'd go to medical school. She relegated to a child's hobby all the fanfictions she'd written in the wee hours of the morning and the grand ideas for a five-book YA series which had been created with friends around the lunch table. Adult life as Dr Powell awaited. But halfway through her third year of medical school, she realised she had made a mistake. She had to leave medical school. Her heart was in her writing and she had a book to finish. Three hard years, six drafts, and far more loneliness than she could have imagined later, it's finally done. She hopes that as people read it, she will have more opportunities for conversations that might inspire other books, a la those lunch table days. In the meantime she'll be hanging around Wellington, cooking French food, running on a treadmill, and dreaming of travel.