Writing has always been an integral part of my life. At the age of nine, I sat down to begin my memoirs (ahh, the modesty). Despite the brevity of the life which preceded that time, the piece became one of many unfinished works that bore my name.

I pursued another career and have achieved rather a lot in a field alien to that which my ambition lays. It pays relatively well, it tickles my ego, but does it excite my elevation from a warm bed in the morning? A box of smashed alarm clocks would suggest not.

Writing keeps me going. I have partaken in various activities to ensure my pen, or more accurately my keyboard remains active. I have been published online and in print, but that was never really what this was about. I want to write fiction. I want a story that has cost me blood, sweat, and tears to be enjoyed by somebody I don’t know. This blog will catalogue my journey to achieving that goal.

“I knew that if I failed I wouldn’t regret that, but I knew the one thing I might regret is not trying.” ― Jeff Bezos

I hope you enjoy reading.

James Ryan