I owe my writing journey to my mum, Kate—though she was “Katie” to anyone who truly loved her. She believed I could do anything: act, sing, write. She was wrong, of course, but that belief carried me further than talent ever did. Even as she lay dying, she insisted I’d be famous, and for a brief, bittersweet moment, she was right. A double-page newspaper feature, “The Day Dreamer,” let her see what she always believed in before I ever did. This is where WollstoneCraft Legacy began: not from skill or confidence, but from daydreams, cassette stories, and the quiet magic of escaping reality.