David is a hopeless dreamer. It’s very fortunate then that he is also an INFP. He enjoys nothing more than reading and making up stories, and trying to disappear somewhere (so he can read and make up stories). In this respect he hasn’t really changed since he was a child in ’80s West Midlands suburbia.
As a young boy he created a series of comics about an alien called Chester who got stranded on Earth. Sometimes he thinks he and Chester switched places one long summer. And that’s why he writes stories now—to find a place here somewhere, to belong, and perhaps one day return home.
He enjoys poetry, but isn’t very good at writing it. He’s really a frustrated poet with a T.S. Eliot fixation. Sometimes he thinks he ‘should have been a pair of ragged claws/Scuttling across the floors of silent seas’.
He’s spiritual, not religious; nostalgic, not stuck in the past; Libran, but not always well-balanced; he tries to remain hopeful, but he’s not optimistic about it.
He is studying for a degree in Creative Writing and English Literature while perpetually working on his first novel.
When he’s not studying, reading, and writing, he’s busy being a father to two children (11 and 6), and a husband to an ever patient wife (age not disclosed), and of course dreaming up more stories.
One day he hopes to update this page and tell you about all the books he’s written and published.