I'm one of those parents who write fiction to get some time away from partner and screaming kids. The dog hides in my office with me. We pretend to be on epic adventures where no one steals our food or leave their toe fungus on the bathroom floor on purpose. After a few hours of writing, I can again cook reasonably eatable eggs and participate in the sudden outburst of existential questions from a toddler who claims to be stuck on the moon and a crack in the floor simultaneously.

Also, I don't write in English normally.