You know what? I’ll admit it. There may be a little bit of wish fulfillment in the stories I write.

I’ve pointed out before that there will be elements of me that will no doubt creep into the characters and the story as a whole but that I’m always trying my best to be able to skirt the line of just making myself the main character and becoming the all conquering super hero.

It’s tempting though.

Who wouldn’t want to have any and all abilities to do, say or have anything and everything the heart could ever desire?

Look at your life?

What is it you want the most?

Unlimited money? Flight? Super intelligence? All of them and more?

A writer has unlimited power to create the world and the systems he or she wants. They can be everything. They can be anything. Do anything. They can have anything and there will be no-one to stop them having the kind of world unfold that their deepest desires may want.

For the writer who is so inclined, they can become an almost God like creator of their very own perfect existence where all of the perceived injustices they find in the real world can be corrected. The little guy will finally win out. Evil will no longer rule the roost and justice will finally, finally be served.

And so I return to my admission that there is a little wish fulfillment in my first book, The Circle of Fire. I don’t mean the Dragon stuff, the magic or the wealth. The action is cool but not anything I’d like to see first hand, it’d more than likely hurt.

The one detail in there which is purely down to my own wishing?

Amongst all of the Dragon fighting and intrigue, I just want to see Wales win at rugby.


How do you do anything?

How can you get the best out of your time, making sure that you can fit everything into what needs to be done to get the results you’re looking for?

When I write, I do find that I have very particular needs to give me what I require and they all seem to start in or around a pub. I wrote roughly seventy percent of my first book and a fair chunk of the gaggle of short stories I’ve packed into my stable in The Whittington Arms pub near us. In there I find that I can get to a point that my mind just bustles along in the way I need it to. The feeling in the narrative I come up with seems to be that extra step on from than that I can manage when I’m working at home.

I‘ve said on Facebook before that I really struggle to be able to concentrate when I’m working in an environment of quiet and calm. Give me a decent amount of random background noise and I’m much more able to keep my attention where it has to be. Just imagine me sat in a quiet room but looking in every direction you can come up with just because my mind keeps wandering. White noise it is.

Strangely though, it isn’t just a bland humming noise that I need. This would probably put me to sleep pretty well but not much else.

I’d like to think that this mind set has been driven by the fact that I’ve spent my working life either in gyms (where there’s always a monotonous beat bouncing along as motivation for those training) or on a warehouse floor (my current base of operations has me flying a computer near to loads of machinery and the occasional fork lift). The trouble is I think that that only has a part to play. I do function well in an environment with some noise and life to it and a great fit is my local..

I know, I know, ‘it’s just an excuse to go and get a few brews down your neck all in the guise of creation’. Well maybe a little but I do get the best results in the pub. I nurse the drinks along rather than just get hammered. You can all relax, I don’t have a problem. Whether it’s the mental effect of the background noise and ‘fuel’ or just the fact I’m putting myself in a different location to work. At home, well that’s where I relax and lay on the sofa. That’s where we do all the normal things that are away from ‘work’ and there’s always something to do. I have tried having a pint at  home to see if there was any difference but the results were the same. By leaving and going somewhere else, I can get the best of both worlds.

It does come with its pitfalls though.

I once wrote an entire chapter of the first book and called one character by anothers name, all thanks to the effect of my creative ‘fuel’ of choice. There may be some disagreement over if Earnest Hemingway actually said “Write drunk, edit sober” but that doesn’t stop it being true.

So here we are. I’ve given a little view on what I do to start the wheels of the creative process. I have a great time writing because of the freedom of the story. I love knotting up the tales and creating puzzles that have to be worked out. But I enjoy my individual process and the odd drink.

Long may it continue to give me the ideas I need.