After leaving school in 1959, I signed up for a nine year stint in the Royal Air Force, three of those years in West Germany. When that stint concluded I applied for various posts in the Middle East and for five years worked as a lecturer in Welding Science and Proccesses.
My first post was in Saudi Arabia, from where I had occasion to visit the Lebanon, Syria, Israel, Egypt and most other north African countries. Much later whilst working in northern in Iran in 1979, the Ayatollah Khomeini returned and things got very hairy so I grabbed the first plane out with a bunch of Canadians. We spent the next few days in London trying to drink the bars dry. That concluded my association with the Middle East.
Unsettled I bummed around for the next twelve months making a good living playing the horses. Then I got talked into marriage and was ordered to get a proper job. Like a good hubby I did. Unfortunately my wife died at a young age and I was left to raise two daughters on my own. Later, I met my present partner, Janice , and set up two business's in the UK. The first in magazine distribution, and later I moved into credit &finance. Early retirement came easy and I took up golf with a handicap of eleven. I didn't start writing until much later when Janice purchased a lap-top. After a few basic lessons I wrote my biography titled 'You're Not My Dad' merely for something to do. It didn't turn out too badly so I decided to write a novel, and for no particular reason chose WW1 as the subject, entitled 'Going Home to Ruby' (Retitled Coming Home) I hired an editor and entered the book in The Brit Writers Award 2010 for unpublished fiction. I was selected into the final 140 from 24,000 entries, I never won. My editor, like all good editors had my interests at heart and told me I should seek publication.
A few months later I struck gold and the book was accepted by a trad/pub for publication, and off I went to see the publisher certain I was to become the next Charles Dickens. A two book deal, including my biography, which they thought was brilliant, was agreed and I was famous, not. The publisher missed two release dates and I threatened to pull the books out, after which they visited my home address and asked me to bear with them. She had nice legs so I did, and they immediately missed the next release date due to lack of funds. No crime being short of cash, I have been there myself a few times, but I had my books to think of and we parted company.
My next step was to self publish as an E-book on Amazon. Janice's daughter, Emma, did all the uploading, I'm the worlds biggest techno dunce and away I went. Thats when I fell foul of those strange faceless people who refer to themselves as 'trolls.' In complete innocence of the rules I promoted everywhere and gained such titles as 'spammer' 'sock puppet. I didn't have a clue what they were talking about, a naked man with leprosy doing cartwheels in the Vatican would have been treated better.
However, my WW1 book was picked up by Pen & Sword a publisher dealing with military non-fiction who wanted to open a fiction imprint, and my book was to spearhead the operation. As I mentioned previously the title was changed to 'Coming Home' and once again I was up and running. The book is currently on sale in digital and paperback and doing very very well. More about this book appears in Publications and My Books.
Over the following years I have produced three more books each enjoying a degree of success and awarded favourable reviews.
I now live in Northampton in the UK.