Fast forward 37 years. By then I was a father three times over and holding down a stressful job as a computer manager with a shipping company. Out of the blue, I was made redundant and began to write again.
I completed my first novel (Monkey Puzzle) and sent it out to countless agents. You can guess what happened next! Undeterred, I wrote a second one, and began to query that. Then, in 2007 I was diagnosed with DVT and multiple clots on my lungs. While recovering in hospital I received an email from a New York agent offering to represent my novel. I was ecstatic, punching the air and nearly losing the cannula in the back of my hand. At last, someone in agent-land had belief in my writing! I might actually see one of my books in print some day.
I signed with the agent and she suggested my work needed editing. She recommended an editing company. Immediately, I began to write my third novel. As soon as I realised that my agent was one of those scam outfits that prey on aspiring authors I cancelled the contract, but not before I had paid for an “edit” of my work.
That exercise cost me $1,200 that I could ill afford, but I was left with the notion that my literary efforts were not a total waste of time. Armed with this conviction I went on to write and self-publish a book of short stories and 3 novels (so far). My latest book, The Black Orchestra, is a historical spy thriller set in Germany during WW2. It is selling quite well, and I am working on the sequel.
What has been your most unlikely source of inspiration?