I was brought up in Devon and Somerset, counties in the West of England steeped in myth and magic. I have been writing fiction ever since I could hold a pen without throwing it across the room to see what noise it would make.
Early fiction seemed to consist of Chapter One of a novel. These attempts were slightly hampered by unimaginative teachers who insisted that telling a murder story from the point of view of the dead man wasn't possible. 'Dead men can't talk', they'd say. 'Have you seen the Prime Minister lately?' I'd ask.
Still, I carried on writing, and then defected to comic strips for a while. I lettered other people's work, and had a minor success with a monthly comic strip in a Naturist magazine, but it got too cold working in those conditions, so I moved back to fiction minus the pictures.
My influences are not with particular authors, although I did try and be funny in a Douglas Adams-like way, which ended on a Thursday (I never could get the hang of Thursdays).
Instead, I am influenced by subject matter and dreams. The effects of time travel interest me greatly, as do ancient myths. I rarely remember my dreams, though, so that influence is pretty much a dead end.
As is this part of my biography.