Every story begins somewhere unremarkable. Mine began in the late 20th century, a boy mesmerised by words who lost himself in books that told of far off places and the impossible vastness of life. I didn't come to writing naturally, but fell into it over time, driven by a desire to explore beyond the confines of today and find out where the words would carry me.
I grew up in the company of books, losing myself to a thousand worlds, and living untold lives through the majesty of the written word. The stories I loved most were those that challenged me, fantastical and far-reaching tales that pulled at my mind and confronted my sensibilities. Words alter perception, they enamour and hint at secret dimensions of what it means to be alive.
I now write speculative fiction to pray at the altar that made me. I am as uncertain of my voice as I am compelled to write. My work tends toward the future and the speculative realms of what might be, but I try oh so hard to ground it in something real.
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