Why Fiction?

Why Fiction?

I was born in Manchester, North England, and so naturally began working in offices to avoid the frequently wet weather. However when a series of unenviable jobs culminated with a less than exciting role inputting data for a debt management service, I took up the habit of writing the way recovering smokers light cigarettes by bathroom windows - privately and for personal relief.

After this, the jobs improved but I kept writing anyway, though less privately, confining my efforts to articles and the odd web copy before eventually discovering my mother's recitals of Nigerian fables when I was a child had conferred an itch for storytelling. Inevitably I turned my hand to fiction.

And so now I tell fantastical tales about old civilisations, inspired by a seemingly limitless appetite for learning about other cultures, matched only by my not-so-private addiction love of chocolate.

My dream is to invent the world's first time/mythology machine and spend the rest of my days cherry picking historical/mythical figures to put together the ultimate dinner parties, or celebrity death matches, depending on mood. Failing that, I'll settle for doing the whole thing in my head, writing down the results, calling them novels and selling them, over and over and...