Bill wrote his first 'hardcore' science fiction book in second grade during book week. It was a five-page interplanetary epic, with a montage front cover and full page drawings. He came second in the competition which annoyed the hell out of him.
Having delved into Isaac Asimov's Space Ranger series as his first ever sci-fi read, he has since read and watched everything and anything that can be even remotely classified as science fiction. His biggest and most influential reads are P.K. Dick's 'The Man in the High Castle' and D. Simmon's 'The Hyperion Cantos'.
Bill has produced a few guerrilla films back when that was a thing and has recently been credited with the discovery of two exoplanets. These days his reading time is sacrificed in the pursuit of writing down his own stories from ideas he has accumulated over the years.
Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?
I grew up in a inner Sydney suburb called Sydenham. The place had everything an adventurous kid could ever want. Alleyways, broken fences, factories, smog, traffic, feral urban wildlife, canals, train tracks, dumped rubbish. I could relate easily with films like Bronx Warriors 2000 or Escape from New York, and Bladerunner, the film which introduced me to Philip K. Dick. The neighborhood at the time, and even to this day, had a bleakness about it, and it left a huge indent in my creative process. If I want to write about a rundown location, I have a plethora of memories to fall back on.
What's the story behind your latest book?
The genesis of this project began way back in 2004. Working as a corporate audio visual technician, sitting through endless conferences and business meetings, I posed the question; what if some of these corporate cats around me were actually genuine gangsters and street thugs? How would they fare in this environment? I wrote a script for a short film.
I then made the mistake of fleshing it out into feature film. I don’t know how but somehow the story took a life of its own. Soon I realised a screenplay was not going to be enough. It could never be made and would therefore never find an audience. So I decided to unshackle the story from the constraints of a screenplay and found myself on a long odyssey trying to complete a novel.
The novel was written on notepads, on the back of receipts, on desktops, laptops, numerous smartphones, Nokia’s, iPhones, stored on hard drives, miniSD card, the cloud, worked on it on the train going to work, during work, underneath the bed covers, in dreams within dreams.
How long could this possibly take to complete? What year is it now?