The house I grew up in was conspicuous for its lack of books.
Unlike most authors who seem to have been writing since they were able to hold a pen, I was too busy exploring the bush, fishing, hunting and generally doing foolish and dangerous things, to sit down long enough to write anything even if I had caught the bug.
In my turbulent teenage years I discovered poetry, and became fascinated by the way words could work magical transformations in the reader’s mind.
Around this time I also made efforts to understand my place in the universe. I haunted bookstores and local libraries, seeking out those semi-banned books about the occult tucked away on lower shelves in the back racks. Attempting to hide them like that only increased their mystery and appeal.
I write Fantasy and Poetry (published in Australian journals Island, Westerly, Access, Open Door, Perverse Pleasures). My current work is the Fantasy novel, John Bowman’s Cave.
I’d love to hear from you, so feel free to contact me.