Hi! My name is Keith. I was born in Scotland and now live in Australia with my wife and son. This is what I looked like in 1976, ploughing a field in Japan. Many years have passed since then; most of the hair has gone and I’ve gained some weight; but I’d like to think that I am still the same person who helped plough that field.
At a very early age, I began writing stories and of all the ambitions I have ever had and never realised, being a writer is the oldest and the most persistent. As an only child, writing was my way of communicating but, in the absence of people to talk with, I was primarily writing for myself, so the disciplines required to communicate with others were never properly developed. Consequently, I have never attempted to have any of my writing published. Yet, somehow, this absence of recognition does nothing to diminish the enjoyment and satisfaction I receive from putting my thoughts down on paper. For me, it seems, the journey [of writing] is more important than the destination.
I also enjoy reading and when I discover an author I like I have a tendency to read everything of his (or hers) I can lay my hands on until the supply is exhausted and I have to move on. Recently, my authors of choice have been Ian Rankin, Iain Banks, and Haruki Murakami.