There is a wonderful song that I feel best describes me … “I was born under a wandering star”.
This is true. I was indeed born under a wandering star. Coming from Toronto, Canada, I was mostly raised in New York City – Although we did live in other cities such as Chicago, Fort Lauderdale, Los Angeles, San Francisco and several small towns along the way. But I guess New York City was the closest I came to actually calling any one place home.
For me, all these cities and places were one big adventure after another. I can remember one particular occasion when my parents were moving us out west from New York to LA. We stopped in Galveston Texas just after a hurricane had blown through. Our hotel was on the beach, and right across the street was a large carnival that had been abandoned because of the storm. Unable to resist the temptation, my three brothers and I snuck out of our hotel and entered the fairgrounds. We had the whole place to ourselves! The rides, the fun houses, games and prizes were all ours to play with. What surprised us all the most was the popcorn still in the machines while seaweed, sand and shells covered the whole area. Our time in that ‘Play Park’ was a child’s dream come true and one of my fondest childhood memories.
Then on another trip we stopped for our picnic breakfast of hard boiled eggs and grape juice just as this historic paddle wheeler went by. It was still in active service back then. This is on the “Ol’ Man River” the Mississippi.”
It was adventures such as these that fuelled my active imagination and love of everything different. So many times I would be in New York and walking down 5th Avenue, imagining that I was actually soaring among the city’s canyons on the back of a wild dragon. Then when we lived in Florida, we would go down to the sea and I was suddenly living amongst the whales – Laughing and breaching in the sea’ heavy swells.
Then driving through a west Texas night, a star studded sky was yet another undiscovered playground…
When we moved to England, and then toured Europe, I was exposed to all the exciting and rich history of the area. So much so, that my imagination spilled over and I started to write. And although I have had many unusual jobs and careers, it has always been writing that has given me the most pleasure.All these things came together in me. They added to my love of reading and the fantastic stories my parents told us on our long journeys. It wasn’t long after that I was making up my own stories filled with strange and wonderful characters that I came to care deeply for.
Now I want to share that pleasure with everyone. Tell stories of wild adventures in strange lands – but filled with people who are just like you and me. And of families who face terrible dangers and come together as they fight for a common goal.