Storytelling had been something that I’ve always wanted to do ever since I was a kid. My influences included Keats, Wordsworth, William Blake, Shakespeare, Modern Short Stories edited by Jim Hunter and a few other literary books which were laying around the house. So, naturally, I started writing poems and even got one published (A Shortcut to School) in the local newspaper.
I then ventured into Enid Blyton’s Famous Five and fell in love with adventure and mystery. I think it was about the same time that I started purchasing Pan Books of Horror Stories though I managed only to buy a few copies since I couldn’t afford the entire set of 30. And I’m still looking forward to get the entire set someday soon.
Horror became my staple diet what with The Twilight Zone, The Night Gallery, Kolchak: The Night Stalker, a series of Dracula movies and slews of terrorizing monsters everywhere I looked. Even the books that I read were from Edgar Allan Poe, H.P. Lovecraft, Ambrose Bierce, Shirley Jackson and some of the best classic horror writers. I remember getting scared out of my wits with movie like The Thing that couldn’t Die (1958), The Alligator People (1959), I was a Teenage Werewolf (1957), The Fall of the House of Usher (1960), Dorian Gray (1970) and an endless list of things that go bump in the night.
As I grew a little older I was mesmerized by the works of Harold Robbins, Sidney Sheldon, Stephen King, Michael Crichton, Clive Barker, Neil Gaiman, Robert McCammon, Philip K. Dick, Isaac Asimov, Roald Dahl, Ray Bradbury, Richard Matheson and a lot lot more. The first novel that I read was The Lonely Lady by Harold Robbins and the first Stephen King novel I read was The Firestarter.
Although I’ve been writing since my preteen days I only got my break at the start of 2007. Like all late bloomers, life took a sudden turn and is still skidding out of control.