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I grew up in a small village called Long Marston, it was quiet, safe, everything you would expect from a small quaint village. My friends and I would spend all day, from sun up to sun down, exploring, having a laugh, and doing all things expected from a teenaged lad. My imagination had always been a bit stretched, though only in the good sense of the word.

          I remember filling a note pad from front to back with all sorts of great film ideas, drawing a collection of alien creatures with my brothers and dad; the planet Um, where everything had to exist with four fold symmetry. I recall reading the first book my parents handed to me, it was about dragons! Dragons eating royalty and dragons living in dark forests, blowing steam and being covered with trees and moss. It was not just the stories that caught my imagination, but the artwork too.

           From an early age I had the urge to draw and write, and create my own story. I possibly daydreamed about topics more than I should've done, but I think it's healthy to have a vivid imagination. As when we are toddlers, we see the world with such innocence and wonder, such amazement with everything around us. I find it so unfortunate that that degree of fantasy is distorted, and sometimes left behind as we grow.

          All my life I had wanted to do something creative, something that I could look back on and say, 'Yep, I'm pleased with myself.' And so I started writing a book. It wasn't easy, as I'm sure it never is. Yet the buzz I gained from doing so was electric, from writing to reading and re-reading the finished piece, to researching and learning. Finding myself in new subjects that had never crossed my mind. Every part of the journey from having the idea, to the final publication was as equally rewarding as the last. And I can honestly say that I will never stop!