Freelance writer and author of dark fiction, horror and apocalypse stories – basically, I mess with words and like scary stuff : )
I was born in England and grew up in the industrial Midlands. That was where I learned to love scrawny cats, the sound of scrapyard dogs and the rattle and clank of passing trains. The scrapyard dogs came into the house, lived there, became feral pets. And the trains? Well, most noise eventually becomes background. And playing on the tracks can be exciting, if not a little scary.
Influences beyond my control dropped me into the gloriously outmoded world of old style Grammar School. English, Art and History were the bits of official education that captured my imagination. Perhaps most importantly, I learned to love reading.
Then
There was a wide variety of jobs before becoming a full-time writer. Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy, as they say. Shop worker and office boy, sculptor and odd-job man, fraud investigator and thief. It’s all the same, when you boil it down. Pay your way and try to have a good day.
Now
The scrapyard dogs are still calling. The shutter-clunk sound of metal still sometimes booms in my head. I enjoy apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic stuff, horror, comedy and football (not necessarily together). A family man, I now live a few miles from the old Victorian house in which I was born. Scribbling scary stories seems to keep me vaguely sane (accurate at time of writing).
Current projects include more quietly horrific tales from the Dead Boxes Archive, more everyday cosmic horror stories from the Scaeth Mythos. And zombie stuff.
Beyond fiction, I also write for websites and companies and maintain a small number of clients. All sorts – writing copy for pages and articles, consulting on their sites, and helping them with their online visibility. I have a Goodreads page and you can give me a shout on X (it’ll always be Twitter in my head) or Bluesky.