So, what about you, Rod, what's your story?” I hear you ask. No? Oh well, I'm going to tell you anyway as that is why this page exists. If you don't want to know, go buy a book. :)


I started writing in school. They taught me how to do it and some folks could actually make out what it was I was scrawling. My English teacher, a Mr Huxley, asked what I thought of my school work. I told him I thought I was average. He told me I was being modest. I didn't know what the word meant, typical for an average student at 13 years old in 1970. But once I did find out the meaning, I got to thinking he might see more in me than I did. After all, he wasn't talking about the ugly cursiveness of my script.


I wrote my first story in 1984. Obviously, I couldn't wait to get started. No, there was no deep desire from the age of six, to get ink on paper. No narrative pressing sharpened nails on the inside of my skull, trying to find a fissure to escape through. No wrenching stomach at the thought I might not be able to express myself through writing. In fact, I didn't even know I had stories in me until 84. I was babysitting a five-year-old girl who refused to sleep until I told her a story. My first attempt crept up on me with a stiletto and thrust it into my neck. What a shock, the story was actually quite good, even though it was only about a crow and a kangaroo. I wish I had written it down. I obviously didn't believe in myself enough, but then my music teacher had also told me I had a good voice. If I had taken any notice of her I could have been a millionaire by now. The choices we make shape our world.


I got the bug, and in 89 I write a fantasy called 'Nidhog the Nord.' It was... Well, anyway. Moving swiftly on...


I then get into Terry Pratchett and fall in love with his style. A little story about a kid called Fractal and his trouble with an assassin called Wolfram flows out of me, heavily influenced by Mr P. Again, it goes nowhere. Even though I loved Sci-Fi as a kid, I seem to be going all fantasy now and that is when I change tack completely and get going on fifteen years of photo-journalism. I lovingly worked for a bunch of custom motorbike magazines, both in the UK and USA. I even start my own magazine which is brought out on CD-Rom, of all things. Then I decided to get back into writing books. Once again I change direction and brought out a few titles when I could no longer write about bikers in fields drinking heavily.

So, now I have made up my mind that I can't keep all this 'stuff' inside me anymore. I have learnt a bit about how to do it right and am now pouring out my third novel. So excuse me, I have some work to do. All I have to do, in fact any of us has to do, is believe in myself.