I keep having this fear when I’m crossing the road that I’m actually looking at a car but for some reason I can’t see it and then it hits me and I die. Which isn’t exactly a normal thing to be afraid of, but I’ve always had very specific fears. When I was ten, my biggest fear was that I’d bite into an apple and it’d be full of razors and they’d cut up my tongue and slip in between my gums. Last year in spring I kept thinking I’d be walking and a butterfly would get sucked right into my mouth and I’d swallow it whole and it’d flap around my oesophagus until it died and then I’d breathe butterfly dust for the rest of my life.

If you had told teenage me that I would one day be writing this, I would never have believed you. I grew up reading Rowling’s books, and they are a large part of why I write mine for trans and gender diverse children and teenagers. I consider this an honour. I’m proud of my work, and whenever I meet my audience at events, they make me proud too. They are tired of transphobia, racism, misogyny and ableism. They want and deserve better.