Born in the mutinous middle of the twentieth century in 1953 I have been writing for over forty years now, which I guess adds up to a wilderness. What fun it’s been despite the poverty. And as for recognition, can we ever have enough? Social media hopes the answer is no and has got rich on the punters spinning the wheel. My pay off lies elsewhere and has been considerable, placing the words on the page, cradling them in their nether world so that one day they can meet their readers and live independent lives...