I'm clearly out of my mind, because I write books for a living. I most enjoy working on horror, sci-fi and fantasy, but I more often end up working on non-fiction commissions. I've got an epic-styled vampire novel in work, though.

In terms of profitability and job security, being a writer is right up there with flipping burgers. In a crack-house. In Mogadishu.

When it clicks though, and the characters are showing you what they're doing and why, and it all makes sense, and the words seem to flow through you from Outside, then there's no feeling like it on or off Earth. Those are the moments that make me one of the luckiest guys on the planet.

Other times of course, it feels like banging your head into a stone wall and hoping the blood stains form letters.

Some of the books I've written over the years are actually quite embarassing to admit to. Drop me a line, and I'll confess to one or two...

I find myself thinking idly about all sorts of things, such as the zombie apocalypse, the perfect tomato and rosemary sauce to go with lamb racks, how beautiful the world can be, tentacles, how to make my characters better, whether or not things are going to hell in a handbasket, and so on. Oh, and I'm an INFJ, if you know your pop psych.

What's been on your mind lately?

Although I do own some suits, a bromeliad and a couple of nice table runners, I'm more at home with odd T-shirts and a fun book. I'm a sucker for an open mind and an irreverent sense of humour. I'm warm, creative, funny and laid-back, with an open mind and a lively interest in the world (and beyond).

If you like the sound of that, then drop me a line!