jpeach513
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| Member | Apr 16, 2017 (9 years) |
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Bio
When I was young it was music and music mags that excited me, cool pictures of your favourite groups, the Beatles, the Stones, in fact any band that caught my ears and made my feet and hands tap out a rhythm and I'd pretend I was on stage singing along to the words I knew so well. Then I found books and more excitement in the written word of fiction than I could ever imagine or hope. Great surprise that all those little letters coupled together in a unique and fascinating way could create imagery that became alive in my little boys fragile mind. I was hooked on books and read and read, some you throw away, they don't contain you, or they disappoint because they don't take you on a ride to another more interesting world. There are those that make no sense, or are banal or underwhelming and then . . . there are those that hit you right between the eyes - kapow! And you know you have found the rich vein of wonder and thrill that will excite the senses for years to come. At first it was Ian Fleming - Bond was my man and then, slowly like a creeping snail of delight I found another love . . . science fiction, John Wyndham and H. G. Wells, Jules Verne and William Hope Hodgson and then I was sidetracked with a new genre that kept on giving day after day, week after week. The horror novel, the wonderful evocative Victorian Gothic tale in all its early splender and descriptive narrative though to the simple story telling of the modern masters James Herbert, Dean Koontz and Graham Masterton. Tell me, where would we be without Stephen King and his complex and sophisticated tales - there is no other - surely he is the master of all things in the horror genre? So - I want those sparks that burn so bright in the sky, I want to create and captivate minds with brilliant prose and ludacris stories of mind boggling ingenuity that are skilful and remarkable.
But you guessed it right, the game is up, there is no way a man like me could fool the likes of you - eh, nor should I even try? Just another amateur writer full of good intent and arrogance to think he is talented and able to set the literary world on fire, well shoot me down and call me stupid? A man has to try and use the cards that are dealt him, try catch you out with a witty profile that makes you yearn for more. But still it was worth the gamble and guess what, maybe you will read on, maybe I have talent, or maybe all this is just rubbish and pointless? Thank you for your time - was it worth it?