H. B. Who?

Hey Brother!

Since you’re taking the time to peruse my blogscape I’ll indulge you with a little insight into the candy-striped multiverse that serves as my mind. I’m many things to many people, as are we all, but first and foremost I’m a greedy sleeper dreaming of that lush fescue lawn next door.

So what does the H. B. stand for..?

Horrendous Bowler

I’m a novelist in training and an accounts clerk on the side. I can talk at length about the pros and cons of living with teenagers and list over two hundred and thirty three reasons to always have wine in the fridge. Occasionally, when I’m not doing battle with adolescents, or drinking myself under the table, I play at being a writer.

And yes, I’m terrible at bowling.

Highfalutin’ Bladdernose

Okay, technically a bladdernose is some kind of seal but as far as I’m concerned it’s a tipsy writer endlessly ruminating about the usefulness of the Oxford comma.

Basically, I’ve written stories since I was knee-high to a tsetse fly. My first endeavour was The Secret Passage (penned at the tender age of eleven) which received rave reviews from parents and grandparents alike. On the coat-tails of this success I wrote The Black Rose, a ghostly tale that went on to win a gold star from my high school English teacher – high praise indeed!

Helluva Backscratcher

Lets just say I have fingernails that won’t quit.

Since leaving school I’ve been an estate agent, a travel agent, a waitress, a nurse, a sales assistant, a bra fitter, a pharmacy dispenser, a butcher, a baker, and yes, a candlestick maker. Okay that last one’s not true. And while we’re at it, the butcher part isn’t true either. But hey, why let the truth get in the way of a good introduction?

On the subject of truth, here’s one – no matter how hard I’ve tried, I can’t seem turn my back on writing, just can’t. It’s in my blood; my sickness if you will. I thought if I could find a regular job that I loved (or at least liked), then I would be happy. I would be normal.  But writing is what I love, and I’m not normal, and I’ve come to realise that anything else will always fall short.  With this knowledge though, comes a measure of trepidation – writing is dangerous for the ego. I’ve found that exposing my ever-so-secret vice is much like removing one’s clothes in public (or so I imagine, I’ve never actually done that you understand).

I completed my first story in fifteen years during the summer of 2013.  Aurora’s Dream went on to win first prize in the September leg of the writerstype.com short story competition.

Habitual Builder-er

I love the smell of world-building in the morning. Like all fantasy writers I have my magnum opus (ninety-three years in and counting). The Ghosts of Blackwatch is very much my baby; an epic fantasy of three parts starring the enigmatic, if a little psychotic, Willow Nightingale. However, Willow has been given a back seat for the moment (Okay, okay, she’s bound and gagged and locked in the trunk. Don’t look at me like that. It’s a matter of safety – namely, my own. *shivers*). It’s a transitory evil, to give me time to master my craft and build a bit of a name for myself.  That said, if you haven’t heard from me in a while please, please, call the authorities (get it? author-ities) – it means Willow has escaped and is currently teaching me a valuable lesson in the various arts of torture (of which, I am reliably informed, there are many).

Hopeful Believer

I don’t know where my writing journey will take me, or if it will end in success or failure, but one thing I know for certain –  I could get real comfy doing this.

13 thoughts on “H. B. Who?

    • Hi Julie, thanks for following my blog. It looks like you’re a lot further down the road than I am so I may fire questions at you from time to time, I hope that’s okay. Good luck with the book. I look forward to reading it 🙂

      • No problem and thanks for having a look at mine as well. I’d be more than happy to answer any questions you have, if I can 🙂 Thanks for your good wishes. I think this year’s going to be a good one.

  1. I love your take on what it feels like to reveal to friends and colleagues that you are a writer. Imagine telling them that you write fantasy? Their eyes glaze over and they think “Nutter!”

    I think being a writer is a sickness. Yep, a sickness we just can’t seem to cure. It is very much a blood thing, as you say. The worst kind of torture would be for someone to take away our writing utensils. I would start reciting my stories till they sealed my mouth with tape, heh-heh.

    Anyhow, it’s been good chatting with you.

    Love the site!

    Visit me and leave a comment, if you can spare a moment.

    Alex George
    Author of Under the Dragon’s Claw

  2. Hi Alex, thanks for visiting Touching Light. I’m glad you liked it. I’ve had a quick look at your site and it seems we have the same taste in wallpaper! I’m going back later to have a good mooch around. I’m also going to see about obtaining a copy of Under the Dragon’s Claw. It looks awesome.

  3. Hi H B,
    I’ve nominated your blog for a Lighthouse Award and put a link on my website. If awards are your thing, you can brag about it on your own site 🙂 If not, I will understand if you want to decline. Hope all is well with you.

      • It was my pleasure! You have left me with a great image now of you bragging all over town 😉 You do that, you deserve it.

  4. Reading your bio is almost like stepping inside my own mind, though yours is more refreshing and witty to read! So many similarilties. Your site looks great and I will closely follow on here and twitter to see where your literary adventures carry you 🙂

    • Aw Thanks 🙂 though, judging by the lateness of this reply, I have rather neglected my beloved website of late. But never fear! I’m brewing a scintillating concoction of mind-blowery and tasteless banter as we speak, so watch this space!

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