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.
Latest Project
The Ungovernable City
An election with a chaotic outcome. A council left under No Overall Control.
What happens next will affect the lives of 4.3 million people, now and far into the future.
Somewhere under the rainbow council, the skies might indeed be blue. Or those could be dark clouds gathering on the horizon.
Will the dreams — or nightmares — that you dare to dream really come true…?
Latest Project
The Ungovernable City
An election with a chaotic outcome. A council left under No Overall Control.
What happens next will affect the lives of 4.3 million people, now and far into the future.
Somewhere under the rainbow council, the skies might indeed be blue. Or those could be dark clouds gathering on the horizon.
Will the dreams — or nightmares — that you dare to dream really come true…?
