THE STORYTELLER
Why I started writing fiction
Gidday. I'm an Aussie storyteller who has worked in many places in various roles that usually related to my tech background. Just before Covid hit your world, cancer & chemo blew my world apart. Sadly, that wasn't the greatest pain I suffered in that season of my life. One of the greatest things to help me heal has been transforming myself into a storyteller.
I wrote my first story 'The Dream Walker' as I learned to dream again at a time when I was struggling to walk. I do not call myself an author or writer. I am a storyteller. And I have a great story to tell.
I write thrillers with everyday characters who change the world, though there are always complications. Each standalone novel intersects the others across a universe of heroes & villains, laughter & tears, mystery & action, where anything is possible.
As you read my stories, you'll discover that they all intersect one another, though most tell their own tale in their own way. There is no set formula. Any story will be different to the one before. And the one after.
Most novels introduce new characters, yet add colours & depth to people you've already met. Many people transform from one story to the next, giving new meaning to encounters in earlier plots in a way that will change how you read an earlier book.
Why I write stories in a video world
I write stories because I believe that great books & audiobooks will always trump great movies when we allow such books to come to life in our heads. In an age of video, too many people have forgotten the wonder of seeing a great story in their mind's eye. I'd love you to click the link below and read my article on The Magic of Reading - why you need to read works of fiction to become the greatest person you can be. And if you can't do that, listen to audiobooks.
One of my favourite short stories is of a young girl throwing starfish back into the ocean one at a time after a big storm stranded millions of them on a sandy beach.
An old man walking by asked, "Do you not see how many there are? What difference can you make?"
The girl picked up another beached starfish and gently tossed it into the foamy water, then turned to the old man and smiled.
"I made a difference to that one!"
If I can do likewise for one person who reads my books, my stories are worth telling.
