I was born in England. Not the England of bustling London, nor even the southern counties, but the North of great industrial towns, separated by vast expanses of hills and moors, the land of "Wuthering Heights." I read a lot from childhood onwards, and attempted my first short story at age eleven.
"Would you like to be an author?" a girl asked me in my teens; "there's no money in it," I replied, not from desire for wealth, but from desire for life, and travel, which require a solid job to bring in the cash. So I worked, and travelled through life, though experience, through the world, yet always the dream of the novel drifted in the back of my mind.
Europe I saw, touching its worn stone, and ancient Istanbul, and crazy Rio de Janeiro; and America too, from cold Toronto to sweltering Miami, touching its chill chrome, its smooth plastic. Then the story entered my mind, lived there, grew, and kicked the sleeping dream awake, till at 8.30 pm on the thirty-first of December, 1999, I paused as I left the shower. Soon, I thought, soon the century ends, mere hours, and the novels are still only an idea. So I opened a Word file....
My first published novel is Wake of the Raven, available on Amazon, the first of a series chronicling a disastrous love affair from the early nineteen-fifties to the end of the century. I'm pleased with it, and the second in the series is partly written.
But I wanted to first try something completely different, in a different style, so my latest published is Zorn, set in 2035, and tracks the lives of Zorn Mayhew and Emma Ellis, descendants of Stuart Ellis, in a changed world of the not too distant future.