I've always had a love for writing or storytelling or tall-story telling or telling lies. As a kid Tintin and James Bond and Paddington and Winnie the Pooh and Blake's 7 were all big parts of growing up, not to mention Star Wars and Battlestar Galactica and Where Eagles Dare and Starsky and Hutch and Tiswas (I hated Swap Shop). But it was sci-fi and fantasy I loved the most.


Remember Battle of the Planets and Metal Mickey and Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon and The Six Million Dollar Man (the action figure as well as the TV show) and The Avengers (I'm talking the proper Avengers with Patrick Macnee and the gorgeous Diana Rigg)? I couldn't get enough. And the adventures continued in my head, on paper, in drawings and getting creative with toys and super 8 cameras, and drawing my own comics to send off to the producer of Dr Who.


And then I become a teenager and all I wanted to do was listen to music and go see bands and drink and anything girls. But film and TV shows stayed with me. University happened and I thought film was where I was heading (making them), but I preferred writing (and I fell into journalism).


And, yeah, it took a while, and, yeah, I went back to school (to do an MA in Creative Writing), but, wow, I got an agent, the wonderful Robert Dinsdale who was then at AMHeath and later set up his own agency. And, wow, he got me published - three times. Sadly, Rob gave up being an agent in 2020, but not before he recommended me to Alex Cochran at CWAgency, whom, I'm delighted to say took me on.


So the adventure continues. And now I'm waiting on my fourth book to be snapped up. Will it? Won't it? Watch (read) this space...