I was born in Southeast England, in 1968, and mostly brought up in a town full of retired colonels. My early memories largely consist of running around building sites and being able to spell ‘colonel’ at an unusually early age. Like most people of that sort of age, I took to making up imaginary friends to supplement my real ones. Unlike most people, I never quite stopped. Instead, like a lot of my peers, I discovered Dungeons and Dragons and video games, I’ve been writing about them in one form or another ever since.
Aside from writing books and pretending to be other people (which I suggest largely amount to the the same thing), I have, at various times, been obsessed with mathematics, classical piano music, kung-fu, particle physics and Sid Meier’s Civilisation (the original). Anything that explodes is fascinating, rockets are irresistible, but those are genetic things and thus Not My Fault. There were some years when life was quite unlikely, took me to some interesting places and offered unusual things. The first time I went on holiday abroad, a war broke out. I’ve noticed this happens a lot. Mostly I don’t think the two are conntected, but please don’t tell the bomb-squad where I live. Once was enough.
I now live in a different part of South-east England with my wife. I have two small children who are like having one of those hand-held blender things permanently rammed into my brain, love them dearly as I do (it gets better as they age, and worse in other ways). I continue to pretend to be other people, most frequently A Responsible Parent(TM). Family life has rather curtailed any experiments in domestic rocketry, which is probably why dragons have such appeal. Much of my life (aside from the headline highlights, such as meeting wife-to-be, birth of first son etc.) has been lost to the mists of time and the haze of the Small Child Blender Effect. You never know – being bought beer at conventions might jog one or two memories loose