I've lived in the south of England all my life; had a lot of fun, been through some grim times too. My writing started at school, branched out into poetry, then lay unused until I started storytelling in the mid-nineties. It only took off when unemployment and other personal mayhem gave me the time and impetus to see if my dreams of being a writer were something worth pursuing. So far, it seems to be going well - apart from the 'making a living' aspect.
In my early teens I discovered Elvis, Gene Vincent and many rock 'n' roll greats. From there I progressed to heavy metal and rock music, and that's where I found a haven and source of joy ever since. Having a strongly religious mother it took me a while to learn to respect other faiths, which led me to explore my own faith. Paganism found me and there, like rock 'n' roll, I found a home. But that is my path. To each his own gods, and may your gods go with you.
I've worked everywhere from the loading bay to the boardroom. I've walked for miles in the rain and have driven at a quarter of the speed of sound. I've bled for a cause and fled from violence by choice. I've loved as if there was no tomorrow and wept inconsolable only to find that you have to carry on anyway. I've been fortunate enough to visit every continent on this planet.
Like many I have had my idiot moments, offset by moments where I have actually done good for no better reason than I was the one who could. I strive to be gentleman in a world of the gauche and the immediately gratified. A frustrated atavist, eclectic path pagan and rocker.
I am a writer, storyteller, poet and UK registered publisher. As I update this, I am working on my thirteenth, fourteenth and fifteenth books while my twelfth is with my proof readers. I hope to be around long enough to complete the many more that are in various stages of completion and creation.
Regardless of my foibles, I sincerely hope you find something in my work that does it for you, or at the least gives you a bright moment.