Becoming.

A long time ago on a bus far, far away…. I sat with my headphones in listening to the same music I’m listening to as I write this. John William’s Return of the Jedi score. I was deep in thought and for five thirty in the morning, I was actually strangely lucid.
You see, for all of my life, ever since I was small, I’ve been an artist. I loved to draw things. I found it gave me focus, like the world fell away when my pencil hit the paper. Whenever I drew something new however, It just wasn’t right. No matter how perfect my lines were or how detailed I made the piece, there was something just…kind of off.
It wasn’t what I wanted to draw.
The picture in my head wasn’t a picture, it was a series of pictures. It was more. Much more.
Men, women, creatures and buildings were exploding in my mind and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t translate it and that, let me tell you, was driving me a little crazy.
So, back to the bus.
I looked around and thought about the people on that bus. Who they were. Who they wanted to be. Why in Ben Kenobi’s name were they even on a bus at that ungodly time? My head flooded with ideas, but the problem remained. I couldn’t draw it. I decided to see what the App Store had to help with my problem and there it was. Pages. But what do I write? What’s the perfect opener? What am I even writing?

“The blackbirds screeched louder than most in Radio City”

There it was. Just like that, I was writing a book on my phone on my way to work. The more I wrote, the more I wanted to write. The more I learned and the better and faster I got.
It’s a little like an addiction after a while. A compulsion. I felt compelled to write.
It felt like drawing sure but I could be way more expressive. Like way more expressive. I could really let go with my imagination and write about the wildest things I could think about.
From then on, every morning, when I went to work and every evening when I came back from work I added a little more to The Instruments of Death. It grew and grew in my mind until I had this massive story. A giant crazy tale with everything from time travel to Japanese flashbacks.

Eventually my life changed dramatically and I found myself back in my hometown of Aberdeen in the north east of Scotland, which I’ll admit, was a little like time travel. All the faces were still there but they were all older and the buildings were somehow different. Whole new areas existed where there were none before. But it wasn’t all bad. It wasn’t all futuristic and weird at least. I met new friends from far flung corners of the world, my brother and I got a lot closer and Dani, Jordan and myself started to plan what the IOD could be.
So thats where I am now. I’m in year three of my creations existence and we just got published.
And that, as they say, is where you come in.
My Publishers were kind enough to build me a blog and I’m going to try to use it. I’m going to use this blog to keep you, my precious readers updated, but go easy, I’m new. I’ll share my weird little ideas, artwork and if you are lucky, a few tidbits about the upcoming sequel; The Instruments of Death and the City of Ghosts.

Thank you for joining us on this crazy journey,

I hope you are all doing well and that you take care of yourself in the future.

Speak soon.

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