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.
Words alter perception
I now write specualtive 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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