To be honest, this is my least favourite part of the business. Like all writers, I can talk about my work in mind-numbing detail for several weeks without drawing a single solitary breath, but I don't really care to talk about myself. I'm content to let my stories and my characters speak for me, even though they sometimes say and do the most terrible things.
Just a few, necessary details then...
I was born and raised in the City of Leeds, in the north of England, although at this stage I have probably lived the greater part of my life down in the south, first in London and now in the County of Hertfordshire, where I live with my wife, my two sons, one large greedy dog, and one bossy, possibly psychotic cat.
When I first began writing, my main interest was in horror. Now that I'm a little more experienced in life, I mostly write crime, because I understand that the majority of the monsters in the world are all-too human.
Having said that, I still find myself thinking horrific thoughts, and have therefore delegated the business of dispensing horror fiction to an alter-ego of mine by the name of Jim Mullaney. Between you and I, he's a nasty fellow, best avoided by all... unless, of course, you're looking for a little nasty, in which case he has his own page on this site.