From an early age, Alan found he had a talent for telling stories, but it wasn’t until he read http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Silver_Sword did he realise, being a writer may be his calling.
All through his school days, he was never happier than reading, or telling stories; he was more often found in the library than playing sports; in later life he found out this probably saved his life as he suffered from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypertrophic_cardiomyopathy , an inherited illness which kills otherwise healthy athletes suddenly, and for no apparent reason.
In between the dream, and the realisation of a dream, was a little thing called “life,” and it took over 50 years to reach a stage where he had the time to write.
His earliest stories were westerns, but he as yet hasn’t done any for sale; five years ago after he became disabled, he decided to take up writing, and made a rep for writing ghost stories. These have been good sellers in the UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00BNDHL0U and he has been in the Amazon top 20 Ghost Anthology section several times.
Three years ago he started a blog http://alsdomain.weebly.com/which will close this month http://alsdomain.weebly.com/whats-happening/it-doesnt-matter-anymore other than contact with a few close friends, and his friends on https://www.facebook.com/groups/665685033479843/ and http://thepeacockwriters.weebly.com/ he will effectively be off line.
And Alan’s emails close with: “A writer without an audience, is like a one-handed clap.” Harlan Coben, Bristol, April 9th, 2014.
And now from the author himself: