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Welcome

My characters would be upset, probably angry to discover they are not deemed real.

They have hopes, dreams, ambitions and desires. Sometimes they're scared. Sometimes lost and don't know what to do. But always they pick themselves back up, with a drive and urge that keeps them going. Keeps them fighting against the terrible situations they get put in, as does their hope for the greater possibilities. Sometimes they don't make it. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they deserve to die. What ever their outcome, their impact on the story remains and they live on in those whose lives they touch.

Would I like to be one of my characters? No. If I was I wouldn't be the writer, with knowledge of their futures and of them - except for the secrets they keep from me. Part of the joy is when characters present possibilities or directions of travel had not thought of. Am not into micro management so if a character presents a new option, generally I run with it. Or rather they do. I don't run. I'm firmly parked in a cafe, surrounded by people I don't engage with yet enjoy their presence - sometimes catching the odd snippet of conversation or glimpse of characters that are perfect for someone in the book. Make no mistake, writers are the original vampires - immortal too, through our work. Or at least the known greats are.

Whether they make us laugh, cry, ponder or quiver, stories are part of being human. Part of our shared dreaming, our education and wondering of things we don't yet know. How many others, over the millions of years of our evolutionary existence, have stood gazing at the stars and wondering what's really out there? It's both humbling and exciting to live in an era when we are sending craft towards other stars. It is also quite concerning to live in an era where business greed and military ambition is fuelling the AI race, at a speed none of them have the foresight or understanding to control. The concept of Skynet in the Terminator films quite possibly nailed it rather too well. Just hope it has a Robocop end for those responsible.
"You're fired!"

Only Human Saga

Life from the Heart My very first novel, outlined in a 4-page frenzy one night in 1989, while a student working for IBM in Germany. Completed it the following year and then, me being me, spent another few years tweaking it. LOL. My Director of Studies hated it, my elder sister loved it - which was so unusual I thought a unicorn had landed.
It's a story of dark murder and love over death, with a twist. It was also a vehicle (no pun intended) to include my favourite car at that time, a De Tomaso Pantera - modified, of course.
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Love & Death A collection of short stories, from 1993 onwards. My Name is Sapphire was written in relation to my psychotherapy studies - after escaping someone who just had the psycho part. London Fling was a runner up in the London Short Story Competition, in the 1990's. The original title was Room 814. Crane Island is a dystopian world's end murder story. Ania's Song is a fairytale of rescue, written for an OCD girlfriend who once tried to take my shirt off so she could iron it. Dark Water is cosmic, Happy Christmas one of my favourites - not going to spoil either by saying more. As for the Gift, sometimes it's hard to say goodbye, especially when we don't want to go. Dar

Dozy Wayster How many of you writers out there got told to get a real job or that you're wasting your time? Back in 1993, I was certainly feeling that pressure. Rather than get annoyed I flipped it into something positive and created the character of Dozy Wayster - village lazybones, who also happens to be the luckiest man on Earth. Unfortunately for him, the universe needs balance so he is also ugly, with breath to peel wallpaper, still living with his parents and his mum's concrete cooking. While every casino in the land has banned him, the casino of the gods has taken an interest in him. As a target for assassination, for a bet, and the Mighty God of Righteous Doom has just accepted the challenge.

Screenplays Being a visual writer, have drafted a TV series screenplay version of Nuclear, with episode one called: Fireball.
While living in Poland, long story, wrote three feature-length plays and them made into ultra-low budget films: the Monument, the Key and Relatives - all played during Roman Gutek's Nowe Horyzonty film festival - in the days when it ran in Cieszyn.
My documentary, Poland Through Alien Eyes, was broadcast on Canal+ and won a special award at the Warsaw Film Festival. Polish students were wetting themselves laughing or gasping in horror at how international peers considered their country.
If you are a producer or agent interested in turning this into a film or TV series, please get in touch.

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