Based in Birmingham (UK)
and working internationally
English (Native) and French
Planning a project involving dinosaurs? I’m your man!
I’m a UK-based writer, born and raised in the Black Country — the homeland of the orange battered chip. I’ve been writing for most of my life — all kinds of theatre, and more recently, novels and short stories. My right middle finger proudly carries a pen dent — a battle scar from four decades spent overcoming the blank page.
I love the thrill and the challenge of writing in new forms and new styles, for new media and for new audiences. I love surprising myself and my readers, viewers or listeners with where my stories go and the journeys they go on to get there.
I’ve worked very hard over a long period of time to make myself into a good writer. I certainly didn’t become one by magic. I did it by actually writing — not by talking about writing, or thinking about writing. Remember, I’ve got the pen dent to show for it.
Having said no magic was involved, though… Back in 2008, I held Grace Jones’s right hand for five seconds at a concert while she was riding on the shoulders of a roadie during an instrumental break in “La Vie En Rose”. And all I know is, ever since that night, my writing was transformed beyond recognition.
Based in Birmingham (UK)
and working internationally
English (Native) and French
Planning a project involving dinosaurs? I’m your man!
I’m a UK-based writer, born and raised in the Black Country — the homeland of the orange battered chip. I’ve been writing for most of my life — all kinds of theatre, and more recently, novels and short stories. My right middle finger proudly carries a pen dent — a battle scar from four decades spent overcoming the blank page.
I love the thrill and the challenge of writing in new forms and new styles, for new media and for new audiences. I love surprising myself and my readers, viewers or listeners with where my stories go and the journeys they go on to get there.
I’ve worked very hard over a long period of time to make myself into a good writer. I certainly didn’t become one by magic. I did it by actually writing — not by talking about writing, or thinking about writing. Remember, I’ve got the pen dent to show for it.
Having said all that, though… Back in 2008, I held Grace Jones’s right hand for five seconds at a concert while she was riding on the shoulders of a roadie during an instrumental break in “La Vie En Rose”. And all I know is, ever since that night, my writing was transformed beyond recognition.