A little bit of unashamed self-promotion...

Apologies if you were drawn to this blog by the promise of erotic fiction. I solemnly promise that it will feature; but not today.
This is my first proper blog; I confess that I still don’t fully understand either the purpose or the conventions of blogging. My main aim in writing this is undisguised self-promotion. I also hope that you will find these entertaining – if you do, you are more likely to buy my books.
The secondary aim of this blog is to practice writing. I am currently taking a Masters’ degree in Professional Writing at London Metropolitan Uni. I am told that the more I write, the better I will get, and the better I get, the more marketable I will become.
Although the course is brilliant, I can unreservedly endorse the Sunday Times’ rating of London Met as the third worst Uni in Britain. More on that to follow.
My aim is to make a living from writing, through selling freelance features and articles - or perhaps through more regular contractual employment. I also fancy having a go at ghost and script writing, and ultimately, as do all writers, hope to pen the best-seller. I’ll admit to being somewhat of a ‘one trick pony’: I only feel comfortable writing with a humorous, slightly satirical voice. I avoid pathos in the way that Nigel Havers avoided electric shocks (Celeb reference) and struggle with anything which requires a serious approach, with the possible exception of rugby reporting.
I love writing, and wish that I had set out on this road a long time ago. Each blank page is a new challenge which will result either publication or rejection. In the ‘90s, I was a member of a writing consortium: Quartet Multi Media (QMM) and have had features published in magazines such as South African Airlines in-flight magazine and the Porsche Owners’ Yearbook – heady stuff. I was also a fitness consultant for The Times, contributing to the “Fit to Play” Monday column. My first book, The Last Latrine, was published in 1996. This is an irreverent account of my journey through Nepal to the foot of Everest, and subsequent participation in the world’s highest marathon. Although currently out of print, a second much revised edition is scheduled to be self-published next year.
I am presently working on a novel about a dysfunctional preparatory school held siege by a renegade cell of Irish Republican terrorists. It is a fast moving comic caper involving a practical joking PE teacher, who unintentionally adds a hybrid panther, hostile bull and an ineptly led field trip party to the already explosive cocktail. The working title is: “Who Needs Semtex?”
Oh yes, one more thing: I really enjoy writing erotic fiction, and I’d be bold enough to say I’m not bad at it. Another project on the back burner is an erotic novel entitled “Seven Days”, a who-sh***ed-who murder mystery set in Switzerland. This one is really steamy, I can promise you.
That’s it for now; back to “Semtex” or even my coursework; thanks for reading this.