I’ve lived in Liverpool all my life born into a family with roots in Ireland, Yorkshire and London. All my family apart from me and my wife have long since left Liverpool to spread across the globe, even as far as New Zealand. It feels like my ancestors congregated in Liverpool, dropped me off then scarpered. Even as a child I wanted to write a book but I never had the patience to continue beyond the first page. I’d think up all sorts of good ideas, begin to plan the book out chapter by chapter, then start to write. As soon as I lifted my head and looked outside, I’d drop my pen, pick up a football and I was gone, just like the novel I was writing. Despite the many failed attempts up to my teens, the thought of completing a novel stayed with me as an adult throughout my career as a telecom technician and then as a driving instructor. In 2012 I decided to devote my time to completing a novel. After all the years of trying, ‘The Storyteller’s Book’ finally arrived, having travelled from the chaotic disorder inside my brain, to the laptop, then on through the ether as an eBook, before landing with an eThud on the eBookshelves out there. I have been married to my long-suffering wife Janet since 1983 who has lived with my fanciful ideas by developing a resigned, amiable derision towards them. We have two children, Rachel 1985 and Steven 1988, who have now left home and are building lives for themselves elsewhere in the country. Over the years I’ve played the violin in amateur symphony orchestras, attempted to learn how to fly (a plane), but gave up after 8 hours, dabbled in the stock market, looked into buying a racehorse (which did not get past the resigned amiable derision) and now I’ve published a four book series.