Born in 1960, it can be said that I was born into one of the more interesting periods in our history. Forty-nine years on, I can certainly say that I have led an interesting life. Factory hand, soldier, technician, labourer, manager, ambulance officer, corrections officer- just to name the main jobs - I think I can truly call myself a jack-of-all-trades
It’s been up and down all the way- see-sawing between dirt poor and well-off- in the peak of fitness to near dead a couple of times. I have worked with many fine individuals and many of New Zealand’s worst. I have seen very ordinary people succeed beyond all expectations and watched those destined to do great things fall and loose everything. Working in areas like defense, corrections and ambulance you get a real insight into how people act and react under the most extreme of circumstances. Along the way I got to use a lot of really interesting bits and pieces- the Army was good for that- if a new piece of kit came through the workshops- it wasn’t hard to convince somebody that you needed to try it out!
This was a useful background for somebody who wishes to write tales of adventure…
Now, like most, I have settled into a quieter life of family and work, with adventure left in the past- although it comes to visit from time to time. I wish it wouldn’t!
As life slowed down a little, from the needs of raising a family and an accumulation of old injuries, I started to amuse myself in a fantasy universe distilled from the many tales I had absorbed over the years- this beats the hell out of morning radio while stuck in traffic! This stepped up a gear after a bad car smash left me recovering from multiple injuries over two years. From this period came ‘Meddlers in Time’- my escape from the realities of my life. Writing this story down probably saved my sanity!
Nowadays, I’m back at work- spending more time than I would like keeping the local water supplies working. Once a week I get my six-guns out and shoot up a bit of paper and steel plate. Twice a year I fire up my still and run a few gallons of moonshine, although I drink more coffee than whiskey these days. The rest of the time I spend as an indentured servant to my wife and two boys.
I’m occasionally described as a grumpy old sod and a know-it-all, with an opinion on EVERYTHING! I try to live up to that.
I like the simple pleasures of red meat, black powder smoke, Islay whiskey and the occasional good Dominican cigar- all to be savored in the outdoors. My beliefs are staunchly libertarian- each to their own if they harm no other. I believe that politicians, lawyers, busy-bodies and do-gooders are like salamis- greatly improved by hanging for a time.
My writings continue as time permits.
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on May 31, 2011 :
Third written but chronologically first of the Meddlers In Time series so far.
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on Jan. 27, 2011 :
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Francis W. Porretto
on May 18, 2010 :
Mr. Watson's storytelling continues to improve. This novella has all the elements required by a military adventure, with the added fillip of a time-travel motif. It's told in a rapid, telegraphic style, with much shifting of narrative viewpoint, but that mainly adds to the sense of pace.
There are two problems with "Cockatoo River Incident." The first one is mechanical: there are many low-level errors in spelling and punctuation. A good story deserves good line-editing, and this reviewer hopes Mr. Watson will secure the services of a good editor for his future pieces.
The second problem is, unfortunately, inherent in the nature of a story whose plot line depends on time travel. Since one who has the ability to move freely through time is essentially without any restrictions on how long he can "wait" to take action on a problem such as the Cockatoo River raid, there's always that niggling question about "why now?" Why couldn't Wayne and Jenny have built up a far greater force-in-place with which to confront the slavers, such that there need be no casualties among the Mission residents? But one who works fictionally with time travel must request that additional suspension of disbelief from his readers. In the case of "Cockatoo River Incident," that extra effort on the reader's part is repaid with a superior military-SF tale.
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