And so to vanity … More along the lines of self promotion, marketing and the like, I have drafted up a new version of my author bio. Yes I know, how pretentious of me! But I have been informed by reliable sources that, unfortunately or not, a dash of megalomania in ones personality is a bit of a must for the struggling indie writer these days.
Anyways, here it is. Opinions?
‘The first story I ever wrote was entitled ‘The Stagecoach Robbery’. I was six. It was illustrated too, with colour drawings of the masked bandits with bags of loot in their hands in particular. I made it into a little book, complete with a green cardboard cover. I’m pretty sure my mother has it tucked away somewhere.
After that I remember watching ‘Alien’, directed by Ridley Scott, and then embarking on the writing of my own alien story. This was done entirely on an electric typewriter, for which I was given short permission to use, including thin and special (to me at the time!) typewriter paper. I put these stories in a blue folder and logged them away on a shelf … These would be some of the last stories I would write for many years. That is, until a young English boy named Harry came into my preview.
Before Harry I turned my hand at short stories and screenplays in grade eleven and twelve, as part of English, Creative Writing and Film Studies courses I was undertaking at school. I didn’t find that schooling did me any good in terms of writing, so I set out to live a little in the interim, with hopes that experience mixed with imagination might be a better teacher.
Thus ensued a move away from home, and travel and life and work in Europe. During the early days of this time I wrote little, but for one idea I had formed in my head before setting sail from the Southern Hemisphere. This idea involved many things, but paramount was a young boy, not too unlike me, who could see the monsters that there were in the world, but which no one else could see … Or so he thought.
Through this decade as an adventurer, I took on many jobs within the world of Education, teaching and fostering and mentoring and caring for children of all ages and in many different environments. When I wasn’t battling the little blighters, Ewan was duelling with monsters, and over a roughly ten year period, Ewan Pendle the book series was planned out, and Ewan Pendle and the White Wraith the book was written.
If Ewan Pendle feels a little bit like Harry Potter, then that’s because it’s supposed to. I started writing this particular tale in part because I had the scull-knocking realisation, as I waited in line outside my local book store (FIRST in line mind you) for The Order of the Phoenix, that one day not too far in the future it would all end. Hogwarts would be gone. Or at least, any new tales of it would stop. I wrote Ewan Pendle because I wanted the best of what inspired me within Harry Potter to live on, and I wanted to have a world like that to still be able to escape into when I wanted. The thought of anyone else reading this new story of mine, however, was not a first, second or even thirty-third thought. Ewan Pendle was for me. A world to live in which didn’t include the worry about paying the bills or getting a ‘real’ job. But sooner my thoughts also turned to what I could do with the story. And as I worked hard each day to make a difference in young people’s lives, I thought about what kind of difference Ewan might be able to make to their days also.
The idea with Ewan was to create the kind of wonder, the kind of magical escape, which I myself felt when I first lay eyes on Hogwarts. I’ll never forget the first time I walked through those doors … And if I could do that, be the one to inspire that kind of feeling in just one other person, just one other child. Well, then it would all be worth it. If I could give to just one kid, one teenager, one adult or anyONE the escape from the dirty reality, just like I was encountering at the time I read about Harry, and give them a little time in a place where all that worries and scares and imposes is forgotten … Then that would truely be a book, and indeed hopefully books, worth writing.’
So … What does anyone think? SH.