Hello! Let me introduce myself. I am the eleventh child (seventh son) of British immigrants to Australia. Proudly Australian, I live with my wife in a city called Wollongong on the East coast of Australia. My daughter and two sons are now adults, well on their way to establishing their own footprint in society. Growing up saw an existence that involved hand me downs and a mother who was proud that she could get one hot meal on the plate each day.
I feel that these humble beginnings, and my struggle to get to where I am today, created a worldliness that helps me devise realistic characters. My primary goal is to write in a style that is easy to read. The occasional big word will slip in, but I intend to keep things as uncomplicated as possible. I hope to write in a manner that encourages people to want to re-read what I write. Little nuances and tidbits will be scattered throughout to evoke those "ah ha" moments that come about only by knowledge of what is to come.
English was not my favorite subject at school, helped by teachers insisting that I could not write to save my life. I preferred the certainty of mathematics and science and hence pursued a career in electrical engineering. I only became interested in writing novels at the start of 2012 and now follow this passion full-time. Writing allows me to exercise a creativity that I never thought I had. Insomnia often fills my nighttime hours; this used to be fuelled mainly by work concerns, but now my insomnia is put to good purpose.
The quiet of the late evening come early morning is once again a friend that I openly greet and actually look forward to. Since taking up writing full-time I have a renewed interest in life and happily while away both the daytime and nighttime hours feathering the keys on my keyboard. This is now my "happy place". But I still find time for family and friends and thoroughly enjoy a few drinks over a social game of cards.
If you want to really see me smile, let me pat your dog. Even more so now that I have lost my beautiful Pongo, my friend of seventeen wonderful years. Please read my free short story about this wonderful dog - https://dacunninghamauthor.files.wordpress.com/2018/05/dear-pongo.pdfI have been told that sometimes I seem to enjoy the company of dogs more than that of people. How can I not? Dogs just give, and give, and expect so little in return.
Hopefully, all read...
I feel that these humble beginnings, and my struggle to get to where I am today, created a worldliness that helps me devise realistic characters. My primary goal is to write in a style that is easy to read. The occasional big word will slip in, but I intend to keep things as uncomplicated as possible. I hope to write in a manner that encourages people to want to re-read what I write. Little nuances and tidbits will be scattered throughout to evoke those "ah ha" moments that come about only by knowledge of what is to come.
English was not my favorite subject at school, helped by teachers insisting that I could not write to save my life. I preferred the certainty of mathematics and science and hence pursued a career in electrical engineering. I only became interested in writing novels at the start of 2012 and now follow this passion full-time. Writing allows me to exercise a creativity that I never thought I had. Insomnia often fills my nighttime hours; this used to be fuelled mainly by work concerns, but now my insomnia is put to good purpose.
The quiet of the late evening come early morning is once again a friend that I openly greet and actually look forward to. Since taking up writing full-time I have a renewed interest in life and happily while away both the daytime and nighttime hours feathering the keys on my keyboard. This is now my "happy place". But I still find time for family and friends and thoroughly enjoy a few drinks over a social game of cards.
If you want to really see me smile, let me pat your dog. Even more so now that I have lost my beautiful Pongo, my friend of seventeen wonderful years. Please read my free short story about this wonderful dog - https://dacunninghamauthor.files.wordpress.com/2018/05/dear-pongo.pdfI have been told that sometimes I seem to enjoy the company of dogs more than that of people. How can I not? Dogs just give, and give, and expect so little in return.
Hopefully, all read...
