The only child of an itinerant rural worker, I had more schools than birthdays until I was fourteen. My first paid employment was as “Slushy”, washing the pots and pans in the galley of a passenger carrying paddle steamer on the River Murray. In spite of these advantages and a personal code of honour that owed more to my father’s love of Clarence Mulford’s Hopalong Cassidy and the Arthurian legends that to any practical concerns, I survived to follow his itinerant ways. This included time in the military, the Merchant Marine and the Offshore Oil Industry, even a period as university lecturer.
My writing came from the accidental enrolment in the wrong course in 1975 and provided me with an escape route from work pressures. Retirement led to winning a number of romance writing competitions and a contract with an Australian print publisher of category romances. Eight books later, The Widow-Maker was my first book with Whiskey Creek Press. Snow Drifter and A Fair Trader will be my eleventh and thirteenth published stories (No, I’m not superstitious)