Ahoy there! If you’ve clicked onto the “About” section, then you probably want to know some things about me…
- I hate Peanut butter. To even talk about it makes me feel sick.
- I cannot watch E.T. I haven’t seen it since the 90’s and I refuse to ever again.
- I love rum and bacon. End of.
- My biggest fear is having a grey life.
- I love manners.
- A cup of tea in the morning makes me very happy. Especially if someone else makes it.
- I couldn’t whistle until I was 9. I also found out Peter Pan didn’t exist. 1997 was a year of ups and downs.
- I first became published in 2012 with my book Tartarus. I’ve since had another 5 books published.
- To stay true to the writer stereotype, I’ve adopted the rum swigging poor writer’s lifestyle in the name of art. Honest.
Hopefully we’re warmed up now to get into the serious stuff! Brought up in Warwickshire, I was very unhappy with reality. I can still remember the day when I found out the world map was the entire world- I had thought for years that it was only half, and that I would still have a chance of finding that mystical adventure that I had always dreamed of.
I was obsessed with books about Peter Pan, Narnia, Harry Potter and of course Lord of the Rings- not to mention a whole load of books on myths, legends and everything else in between. Growing up reading fantasy books probably didn’t put me in good stead to prepare for a 9-5 life, but I tried. Really I did.
I had always written stories- for as long as I can remember. I was always sad when Sarah in the Labyrinth didn’t stay with the Goblin King, and when the children from Narnia went back home. Why couldn’t they just stay and carry on with the adventure? I decided I would write my own, finding it the closest I could get to the worlds I had always dreamed of.
But as the years went by and the jobs came and went, I still could not shake away the sensation of fear that chased my heels with every morning. I knew that I could not write such voyages and journeys for my characters and not set out on my own. I knew there must be another way to be happy. I couldn’t accept the idea that I would stay in a job to pay off the car I couldn’t afford, to get to the job I didn’t like, to pay for the house in the area I didn’t want to be in, just so I could have those few weeks off a year when I could be free until the day came when I could retire and finally do the stuff I wanted to.
So I quit my job, sold my possessions and decided to go on an adventure of a lifetime.