WILLOW HEWETT AUTHOR

I believe we all have a fate—a destiny shaped by the choices we make and the paths we take. Some roads are darker than others, and mine began in shadows. My childhood was marked by neglect and abuse, a reality no child should have to endure. But even in the darkest moments, I found a lifeline—the library. 

Books became my escape, my salvation. I devoured five books a week, slipping into worlds far beyond my own, where magic and adventure replaced pain and fear. With every story I read, my imagination grew stronger, and soon, I wasn’t just escaping into other people’s worlds—I was creating my own. By the time I was 12, those stories had turned into something more. I wrote my first book, pouring my heart onto the page, building a world that was entirely mine. 

But life has a way of pulling us away from what we love. After 14, the weight of reality took over, and my writing faded into the background. For ten years, the stories inside me remained silent. 

Then, at 24, something inside me woke up. I realized that my dreams hadn’t died—they had just been waiting for me to return. I picked up the book I had started a decade earlier and finally finished it. That moment changed everything. Writing wasn’t just something I did; it was a part of me, a path I was always meant to walk. 

No matter where life takes us, our dreams remain within reach. Sometimes, we just need to find our way back to them.

Since then, I’ve written and published five books, spanning crime, horror, young adult fiction, and even children’s picture books. Each story is a piece of me, shaped by the journey I’ve taken. 

Looking back, I sometimes wonder—if my past had been different, would I still have found my way to writing? Would I have discovered this passion that now defines me? As painful as those years were, they led me to something beautiful. They pushed me toward books, toward storytelling, toward a purpose I might never have found otherwise. 

In many ways, I love my life now. I love writing. It has given me strength, a voice, and a future I never imagined for myself. My past may have shaped me, but it does not define me. I do. And I choose to create something meaningful out of it.