I’ve been a science fiction addict with a deep interest in science and technology for quite a long time. Unfortunately I wasn’t bright enough, or perhaps I didn’t have inspiring enough teachers, to follow the physics route to the career of my dreams, but I could always read about it. Then, after many years of storytelling for the personal amusement of family and friends, redundancy provided the perfect opportunity to write some of those stories down.
I was an avid reader from a very early age, starting at the age of five with some of the most unsuitable of my father’s personal stash, (anyone remember John Cleland?), ignoring the bits that, mercifully, I didn’t understand. As a youngster, I liked the 19th century romances of Jeffery Farnol and the brilliant adventure novels of Hammond Innes, and though my tastes changed over the years, I’d developed an adoration of the written word that never went away.
After a while I started to think I could write too, but it was only a daydream. I didn’t want to try it, in case I found out I wasn’t a writer after all. I decided to give it try three years ago, after leaving my job as welfare officer with a national charity. I’ve always loved science fiction, but more especially the idea that these stories constitute as-yet-unrealised possibilities, rather than simple fantasies.
My first novel isn’t the space-ship variety of science fiction, although I think it may head that way in the future. It concerns the development of virtual lives and ultimately unsuccessful public opposition to their increasingly widespread use. I feel it should go on into a second novel and even a third, and I’ve written rather a lot of the second book already, just in case it might be wanted.
If you read it, I’d be enormously grateful for your review, even if you don’t like it. You may find holes in the plot, and you’ll almost certainly find the occasional typo. I don’t mind what your feedback is, I’ll be happy with simple one-liners, and I’ll read them all!