Nineteen eighty five arrived with more than I expected. A desire to get my ideas out in the open. Soon the world of writing grabbed me by the hair and swung me around for a while. The ensuing crick in my neck tricked me into thinking I could do this for a living.
Back near the turn of the century, I started writing for custom motorcycle magazines both here and in America. They let me get away with that for fifteen years. Right up to the point that I ran out of new ways to describe bikes. It was then that I returned to storytelling. I had a lot to learn. Looking back at my first couple of novels I realise I still have.
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