I write because I can. Adaptations of Racine's word art have helped me learn the craft of writing, and a long adult interest in speculative fiction inspires my attempts at original thought and homespun philosophy. 

Imagination is freedom, for many people the only freedom ever enjoyed in life. I feel so inspired by my "freedom" that I have come to wish to share it, at least potentially, with the imaginations around me. Does that sound, portentous. Well I have the audacity to believe I have something to say, which is the first requirment of any writer.

I appreciate having a voice in writing all the more because I was born, and remain, very dyslexic. Word disasociations has had an affect on everything in my life. It is the background and greatest influence on all I do. Dyslexia, affects not just reading and writing, but in many cases has wider connections with all functions of memory and communication. You jest good sir! Well, actually no. I suffer the effects less badly than many, or else I would obviously rest unable to write, but dyslexia, nevertheless, has more than any other influence coloured my life.   

So what am I doing writing? Am I just excusing shortcomings in advance? Is anything I write worthy of your time? What is the point of speculative fiction, anyway? Well on the last question, perhaps we shall see. Thank you for reading this far, which should be enough for any ego. If you should reach so very far from your acustomed reading as to even start to consider spending valuable time with my books, then I am ever grateful.  

I am fortunate enough to have lived, in these times, most blessed of countries, namely England, New Zealand and Switzerland.