willow hewett

Welcome to Willow Hewett’s page (AuthorInTheLoo). You’ve either wandered here by accident after falling down a Google rabbit hole, or you actually searched for her on purpose… questionable life choice, but hey, you do you.

She greets you with open arms—most likely while wearing a coffee-stained T-shirt or pyjamas that have seen better days. Her hair? Let’s just say it could pass as a bird sanctuary. In the background, you’ll hear her refereeing an intense wrestling match between her two dinosaurs (also known as her children).

So, who is Willow Hewett? She’s a 29-year-old mother of two, professional chaos manager, and—somehow—an award-winning author living in the country’s smallest city. She started writing at the tender age of seven, back when her only distractions were homework and questionable haircuts. Fast forward to now, and her work has been published in magazines all over the world, featured on podcasts like Pocketpulp and Openbookpod, and broadcast on BBC radio. She’s done countless interviews and events—all while her children plotted new ways to interrupt her Zoom calls.

Oh, and she’s bagged over thirty awards for her books, scripts, and lyrics… which is impressive, considering most days she’s not sure how she even manages to brush her teeth.

So, if you’re dying to know how Willow stays sane (spoiler: she doesn’t) and keeps her life somewhat glued together while being an award-winning author, then have a good nose around her website. She’ll appreciate it—probably while sipping cold coffee and pretending she’s not ignoring a pile of laundry the size of a small mountain.

Better yet, buy a book. Then you can truly marvel at how she managed to craft a masterpiece while her children were in the background staging what can only be described as The Great Domestic Apocalypse.

Picture this: Willow, at her desk, typing away like her life depends on it… when a full-blown hurricane—disguised as her kids—storms in. One’s demanding snacks immediately, the other’s shoving a crumpled piece of homework at her that’s due tomorrow but has apparently been fermenting in their schoolbag for weeks.

Yep. That’s her life. Still think you’re busy? Buy a book (or two) and as you read, you’ll find yourself muttering, “How the hell did she write this?”