Like most (all?) writers, I grew up reading stories – any story I could get my hands on. In our house, I found Georgetta Heyer, Kurt Vonnegut, Steinbeck, Enid Blyton, the brothers Grim, a hotchpotch of books, many unsuitable and difficult for a child to comprehend. But it didn’t matter what it was. I was hooked on the discovery that between the covers of a book, existed a world that was mesmerically different from the one I lived in. I couldn’t get enough of it, sneaking peaks under the desk in maths lessons, reading when I’d been told to put the light out, hiding away from chaotic family life to be by myself with my greatest friend – a book.

And yet, reading only goes so far. If you write yourself, you’ll understand the compulsive link between reading and writing. Reading about other lives is one thing; trying to create them? Now that is real excitement. And, of course, we in turn want to be read. We might tell ourselves that we write for the pleasure of writing, but really, who are we kidding?

So, on this website, I’ve put up samples of my attempts to create worlds and lives that others might enjoy. Click on Novels in the top menu or here: Imperium or here: Poetry

I’ve also included the writing of friends because when I read something that grabs me, I want other people to read it too. Most of these writers are published elsewhere but here Articles From Friends are some gems that you may otherwise miss.

And finally, as much for my own benefit as anyone else’s, I write a regular blog. Click on Blogs in the top or side menus.

If you’d like to get in touch, you can leave a message on the Blog posts or email me at the address below.