I was struck by lightning. Well, what actually happened is I was staring out of the window one cold, dark winter night when there was a blinding flash from outside, like a fist smashing into your face. I didn’t know what it was at first. I’m still not completely convinced. I got a kind of shell shock from it, just sat in a silent stupor for hours afterwards. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the world the same since. I can’t really explain it. When I was a kid I thought I wanted to be in a band. Instead of the music, though, I would labour for days over the lyrics. Then I suddenly thought, ‘well, maybe you’re a writer.’ I believe in that kind of thing quite deeply. That people are born to do the things they do. Nobody else in my family really showed much inclination towards writing. My parents read, but nothing like the sort of things I’d go on to read. There were no copies of Hemingway, Dante or Bukowski laying around our house. I believe it came from somewhere else. And I believe it was delivered to me by that flash of purple lightning. So, I write because I firmly believe that is what I was put here to do. I write because it’s the only thing that gives life, the world and all that happens in it, any meaning to me. I write because it’s the only thing I want to do.
I’m influenced quite heavily by nostalgia, regret, love, hope, passion, anger and an unquenchable thirst for the truth of things. I’m influenced by people who lead unfulfilled lives yet still rise on a morning to go to a job they don’t like. I’m influenced by the knowledge that there is only one life and exactly how people reconcile those two things. I’m influenced by those that came before me and a burning desire to get better at the craft I love. I’m influenced by music. I’m influenced by films. I’m influenced by art. I’m influenced by you. I’m influenced by me.
I don’t believe in genres or labels or putting things in nice, tidy little boxes. Something either moves you or it doesn’t. Those are the only labels that matter.
My favourite writers, in no particular order, are Ernest Hemingway (ok, he’s my favourite author, so I guess it is in SOME order), Chuck Palahniuk, Douglas Coupland, Phillip Roth, Bret Easton Ellis, Irvine Welsh, Charles Bukowski, Dante, William Burroughs, Wells Tower, Flannery O’Connor, George Orwell, Daniel Woodrell, Bobbie Ann Mason, JG Ballard, Hunter S Thompson, Jack Kerouac, Donald Ray Pollock, Cormac McCarthy, William Faulkner, James Ellroy, Yukio Mishima and Henry Miller. I think that’ll do for now.
I have three books out at the moment. I have two poetry collections, Working With The Negatives through Pski’s Porch and Taking Back The Underground through Weasel Press. I also have a collection of short stories that has just been released through DevilHouse press entitled 4pm In Los Angeles. I have another collection of poetry scheduled for release later in the year and am currently working on a novel for release next year.
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