MY WIPS (works in progress)
I started writing seriously around 2006, feverishly intent on writing and getting my very own book published. But what on earth could I write a book on which hadn't already been written and which I was an expert on? Surely every book had already been written?
Then it came to me: My childhood, of course!! So I wrote a clumsy 3 chapters, printed them off on A4 and showed them to my family. They loved it so much that my youngest brother decided to write a book himself (we are very similar in character). But they would love it, wouldn't they? And seriously, apart from them, who's gonna buy a book from an unknown author about his irrelevant childhood? No-one, of course!
So I spent a considerable amount of time trying to think of another topic for a book to write. Numerous ideas all came and went, mostly ideas centred on Cambridge (where I'd lived for most of my adult life) and crime (as an ex-cop in Cambridge). I thought maybe I could create yet another police detective. Yawn...
Then one morning in July, 2007 I woke up in bed next to my wife and I had my Eureka moment!!!
It was early. I was the director of an international student summer course at Ridley Hall,
Cambridge and Paula was my Director of Studies. As the top tier management, we had the
luxury of living in the tower flat at the college. As always, we'd been working very late into
the night and had woken up after very little sleep. We lay there, heads reluctant to lift of
the pillows, when Paula, still staring at the ceiling, tutted loudly.
'I was having the most amazing dream,' she said. ' I dreamt I was ... '
I smiled. 'Yeah, that dream was just meant for you.' Then I thought about my comment, and
what it would mean to have a dream that hadn't been meant for you. My imagination began
to wake up, rapidly going into overdrive, thinking that maybe that would be the very definition
of a nightmare and that maybe dreams are actually made for us and that sometimes they just
get lost or mixed up and that's why we have bad dreams or weird dreams that we can't explain and it all made so much sense to me in that drowsy twilight minute after waking up after such an inadequate amount of sleep!!
I jumped out of bed, went directly to my office and booted up my weary old computer. In the next hour I typed out several pages of an idea that morphed into a series of six books spanning 30,000 years which soon had the name, The Dream Makers.
Yeah, that morning my writing life just took off! After the course we returned to our home in northern Spain where we were teaching English and every spare minute saw me typing away on my laptop. Having written half of the first book on Microsoft Word I almost gave up. That's not a program for writing a book on!
Realising that I needed to walk before I could run, I postponed The Dream Makers until I learnt something of the trade. This lead me to writing and publishing five short stories on my experiences in Cambridge as a cop, under the series title The Rozzers.
To be updated...