I've been writing science fiction for twenty years and I'm not interested in far away futuristic races inhabiting gleaming space stations. I like aliens who trip over their weapons and make mistakes. Spaceships have to be dirty and constantly breaking down. And most importantly I like the characters to be real, and afraid but most of the time having fun or there wouldn't be much point in them putting themsleves in so much danger in the first place.
I have begun two seperate series' of books. One is of three teenagers constantly saving this and other worlds from destruction but who must always be back in time for school and finish their homework - in case their parents and teachers get mad. Just finishing book 3.
My other is of three elderly men with serious attitude problems who accidentally run rampant through space and time in a "borrowed" time machine. In the process they manage to cause untold mayhem and provoke paradoxes galore, yet always seem to get away with it - until book three when one of them pays the ultimate price. No, not death, something far worse.
I've now published a horror novel called Kongomato. I wouldn't have chosen such a strange name but this monster is alegedly real. Book two is almost ready.
There's also a collection of short stories called A Little twist, which as the name suggests, indicates a strange little twist at the end of each.
My next novel to emerge is called The book Of Pain. No comedy there.
Finished The Book Of Pain. It's my longest yet. I'm just the beginning the umpteen edits before I release it.
Same thing for Hoodies 3, and Kongomato 2.