I was born and raised in East Anglia, Suffolk, England, where according to accounts ‘Edmund the Martyr,’ was king of East Anglia from about 855 until his death. He was slain by the Danes in battle after he refused the Danes’ demand that he renounce Christ. After, they beat him, shot him with arrows and then beheaded him (a grizzly way to go!)
According to one legend, his head was then thrown into the forest, but was found safe by his followers after following the cries of an ethereal wolf that was calling, in Latin, “Hic, Hic, Hic” – “Here, Here, Here”. And throughout the early centuries, East Anglia sure had run-ins with Vikings, mostly from Denmark but other Norse countries.
By my mid-twenties, I knew it was time to find ‘my own way in the world’ leaving behind my family and friends, I decided to leave famed, ‘King Arthurs’ land behind, and embarked on traveling the globe. A quick stop in Hong Kong (yip, skipped mainland Europe for the ‘Oriental Belt’ of the former English Colony). Work and play in Australia (found a few kangaroos and a whole heap of crocodiles, and everything under the hot red sun which wanted to kill you!), and finally traveled across Asia.
I live in the real ‘Middle Earth,‘ New Zealand, with my family. My lovely Elvish/Japanese wife, and Hobbit-like child (who is growing into a fearsome warrior as the year’s tick by, although, he’s more into the online fantasy quests opposed to mystic ‘Tolkien’ realms).
So if you’re traveling our lovely shores make sure you take my advice: If you’re a Wizard, I suggest heading to Hooper’s Inlet, Milford Sound, taking a horseback tour of Cardrona (will make you feel like Gandalf!).
If you resemble a tall, lean, almost poetic Elf: head to the country’s many woodlands and waterfalls.
Stuck with hairy feet, just a bit too short and love the taste of Lembas bread? Then there’s no mistake, you are a Hobbit. Of course, Hobbits are encouraged to start in Hobbiton, and head to the Misty Mountains or Tongariro National Park.
Last, but certainly not least, Dwarves are directed to Lonely Mountain and the wonderfully, green and lush Canterbury plains where and behold you will find stunning views and the magnificent ‘Castle Hill.’
I’m also an utter TV obsessive: Chuck, Misfits, fantasy-driven orcs and elves tales (yes, I live in New Zealand, so what better way to get my inspiration!), and all sci-fi shows (Firefly was canceled way too early). General lover of coffee and sausage rolls, too.
As well as being a pop-culture ambassador, you’ll find me doodling on my online blog, (Culturedemandsgeeks.wordpress.com) reviewing movies, TV series and writing fandom news-just about anything that piques my unnatural interest and geek-obsessed heart.
During the day, I’m a ‘normal.’ An everyday person who works in Healthcare, a sterilizing unit in a Southern Cross Hospital, Christchurch. (I love my work, it’s interesting, changes daily and helps along with my stories.)
Then it hit me, I wanted to be a writer and hadn’t done that since I was a kid. I started writing children stories (very hard but fun). Started working on novels, YA-Crossover dark, edgy gritty projects with a touch of Neil Gaiman’s panache, and finally moved on to horror where I have had my first novel published by Severed Press.
Road Trip Z, a post-apocalypse journey across Utah and Portland is out now in paperback and kindle.
Now, I work during the days, family fun during the weekends and write horror and speculative fiction in the early hours of the morning. My aim is to win the Bram Stoker Award and to enjoy my life (because, heck, life is short), shorter than a hobbit celebrating their victories by pouring back a cool one at the Green Dragon.
P.S. I am not a robot.