I'm a working-class Norfolk son The Barsham Boy, born 16th April 1955, in a time that many will be able to relate to. A time that to me stood still in the most captivating and inspiring era I now consider to have been the most incredible period of my life and an honour to have ever been part of growing up in, the sweet rural village of East Barsham to which I grew to love both its people and its mesmerising beauty both in nature and scenery. For 26 years I lived and grew to adulthood in this place so close to my heart which bears the fruit of the written words I write about inspired by my bittersweet journey through life. I began writing as young as five years old, in my early years I wrote mainly poetry but my ambition was always to hopefully become an established successful writer. As an infant growing up under the disciplinarian ways of my heartless father who used to beat me and call me useless, writing became an escape for me and a way of finding happiness and a purpose for living. Once I left the family fold at 26 years of age I had to work all my life for a living to make ends meet for my own wives and family. My writing suffered a lot and I became frustrated that I could never seem to find the time to achieve all I wanted in the subject. However, whenever I could I wrote both poetry and short stories and loved those moments of peace and tranquility so much but as hard as I tried I couldn't find an agent or publisher. Just over six years ago I decided it was now or never to publish my work, it was not quite how I had hoped but at least my work was finally out there for people to read by independently publishing stories myself. Since doing this I have met some lovely people through being invited to local schools, libraries, and events to do author talks, workshops, and book signings to which was so exciting. I am now retired loving the time I have left to write everything I have always wanted, currently writing my new thriller The Bride, Lady Leaves, and a children's book entitled The Curse of Karlevil. Whether I am ever lucky enough to obtain an agent and publisher or not I will continue to write out of love for the written word which has comforted me so much throughout my life from the heart until I'm unable to write anymore. But at least by then, I would have given it a dam good try.