I was reading before I began school – kiddies’ stories, folktales, comics, histories, ancient myths, anything with a tale to tell – and despite being a complete academic failure I spent most of my teens in the library, reading all the classics I’m ever going to read between the ages of thirteen and seventeen.
I have a compulsion to tell stories fuelled by the lifelong habit of observing people, listening to them, picking things up from random conversations, and then asking myself… “what happens next?”
I enjoy rewriting myths and running with characters from other novels too, playing around with archetypes, reframing them, and sitting back to see what occurs. Some stories are based on people I know. Others, such as Down By The River or Plot are autobiographical – they’re episodes from my own life – while others again, such as Zippo or When You Cry You Say Goodbye, come from dreams. Mostly though, they’re pure fiction. I just make stuff up.
Work-wise, I’ve done all the things that would-be writers tend to do: barman, postman, labourer, t-shirt printer, musician, ironmonger, phone-monkey, and now, after returning to education in my 20s, with an MA in English, I teach English. Apart from writing, which I do every morning between 5-7 am, and teaching (which I only do a couple of days a week), I still spend a lot of time reading. Fridays, I busk with my sax in Newcastle or Durham, and most mornings I walk my border terrier Angus along the beach.
I plan to spend the next few years completing the six or so novels that I’ve already planned. Then I’m going to stop writing, and just read.
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