Portrait of the Writer as a Young Man

 Oh, dear - how embarassing . . .

As the poet, Tennyson,  said, "How well I remember, there was a time when I thought my youth was half divine".

Life certainly does take us on a strange, sometimes hurtful, but perhaps in the end exhilarating and exciting journey.  Welcome to the younger me - at a time when I could not, ever in a million years, imagine that I would become a doctor and writer . . .   None of us has a clue at this idyllic stage what is going to happen to us.  Folks have been known  to ask me how I, at my more mature stage of life, can imagine what I must imagine to write young adult/ adult fantasy.  Well, you see, this me is still within me.  This is the me that writes about Alan, Kate, Mark and Mo - and Gully and Penny.  That's how I, and many other mature writers, can write wonderful stories for younger readers.   Gaze on you doubters . . .

 

 

Perhaps some of my visitors will recall James Dean in East of Eden.  You might wonder if I adopted some kind of similar pose on Queen's Park, in Bolton, England - but you would be presuming too much.  I had no idea who James Dean was at this time, although I would very likely have identified with him if I had heard of him. Time, perhaps for another telling image from the same era . . .

 

 

 

 

What bad boy character from The Three Powers series does this remind you of?  Yeah - I can't deny it. At this stage in my life all I cared about was motorcycles, rock and roll, and girls, in that order. It was all leading up to the near-death experience I was about to encounter. But strangely it was that same experience that caused me to start writing my first novel within a year of the above pic being taken.