Having a collection of stories in your head eventually reaches a crisis point, you begin to run out of space. Remembering to pick up milk on the way home is replaced by rapier wielding Victorian explorers, turning steampunk mechanisms against a horde of vampyres, in the cold misty back streets of London; or a race against time to bring engines on-line on a starship, before the rocky debris of shattered planet tears through the hull.
The time has come for me to let off some steam, release some of the ever increasing pressure on my skull, and set loose some of my deliriums upon the unsuspecting world.
Do you remember the first story you ever wrote?
It was a Star Trek The Original Series episode, with me in it as a Star Fleet agent helping Kirk, Spock, and McCoy flush out a shape changing beast on board the Enterprise. I was only about ten years old, but I'd been a rabid Trekkie since I was four, after having the pants scared off me by the episode 'A Devil in the Dark'