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1. The J in my name is fictional. When my (first) agent was submitting my debut novel to publishers I became aware of an American author called Michael Malone. My debut novel – Blood Tears – had a serial killer in it who was staging his kills to mimic the death scenes of Catholic saints. The US version of me had a novel out in the UK at this time – and his serial killer was staging his kills to mimic the death scenes of Catholic saints. How spooky is that?! So I changed the death scene thing and added a J to my name.2. When I was a pre-teen I used to do Highland Dancing. I remember dancing at Burns’ Suppers and St Andrew’s Nights – and my claim to fame was dancing on the back of a flat-bed lorry in my wee kilt etc as it was driven through the town of Irvine in Ayrshire.
The nuns (long story) were terrified about the whole what does a Scotsman wear under his kilt thing and had a pair of underpants made from the same tartan and heavy wool as the kilt. You have no idea how scratchy this was on my tender under-parts. Excruciating.
3. The year before the pandemic I trained as a Clinical Hypnotherapist. I’ve always been interested in alternative therapy and when the opportunity came to train in this modality I jumped at the chance. Most of my work, currently is with people dealing with anxiety. For many people the world is a terrifying place right now and with my work my aim is to help them recover some sort of equilibrium and re-engage in a meaningful way with their lives.5. I was about eight when I attempted writing my first novel – “all” those years of reading and I had ambitions of seeing my name on the cover of a book. They say the best way to learn when you’re young is by imitation – but perhaps my first was a little too on the nose, given that it was my version of Tarka the Otter. My next attempt came when I was in my early teens. This was around the time of Love Story and similar movies where impossibly beautiful people were dying of cancer. Again, imitation was my go – to, and I came up with a premise where a young boy was determined to bring his parents back together before he died from leukaemia. Despite what this might suggest I was a cheery wee boy. Honest.