Charles was born in, Basildon, Essex and now resides in Suffolk. His passion for writing started in the form of letter writing, when he first left home at sixteen and wrote often, in the days before Facebook and Twitter, to his family and friends. His greatest success with his letter writing came, when he would write to close friends giving guidance in times of need, he was able to get across everything he wanted to say uninterrupted and the advice was well met.
The move, in 1988, took the family from the small town of Stanford-le-Hope, to a farm on the outskirts of the little village of Aberchirder, where he shared many adventures with his siblings, but would often venture alone, dreaming up stories in his young mind whilst watching the local wildlife. He laughs as he remembers how his siblings would often yell to gain his attention, dragging him from his dream world, only for him to not take note of what they had said, before he'd run off to be alone and get back to his daydreaming once more.
Of all the farm-life on that farm, his passion lay in the pigs his parents acquired, freely, and later bred from. So after leaving home he moved away from the family farm to a piggery in Yorkshire. And learned much of life's comforts, booze and fags, and adoration, (for the boss's sixteen year old daughter.)
In the years that followed he moved extensively around the UK, working on some of the top pig producing farms in the country and has many stories to tell of his adventures from within the piggeries.
You can read more about his adventures with the pigs in his free, Tales from the Piggeries, mini series.
His young daydreaming never left him, but it wasn't until his early twenties he realised the potential for writing stories in the form of novels. His first attempt at this was rejected by about twenty publishers, and ten literary agents. Which led him to seek the aid of a professional and paid a hansom ransom, to get his work edited. This, he says, was of great importance, for he was shown how best to approach the art of story telling.
His one great fascination in the world is the ocean. He loves the fact not all of it is accessible to us, and how we cannot be certain of how much life there really is down there. And this, he believes, is how it should stay. The one question still burns in him: What if mer-folk were real?
The move, in 1988, took the family from the small town of Stanford-le-Hope, to a farm on the outskirts of the little village of Aberchirder, where he shared many adventures with his siblings, but would often venture alone, dreaming up stories in his young mind whilst watching the local wildlife. He laughs as he remembers how his siblings would often yell to gain his attention, dragging him from his dream world, only for him to not take note of what they had said, before he'd run off to be alone and get back to his daydreaming once more.
Of all the farm-life on that farm, his passion lay in the pigs his parents acquired, freely, and later bred from. So after leaving home he moved away from the family farm to a piggery in Yorkshire. And learned much of life's comforts, booze and fags, and adoration, (for the boss's sixteen year old daughter.)
In the years that followed he moved extensively around the UK, working on some of the top pig producing farms in the country and has many stories to tell of his adventures from within the piggeries.
You can read more about his adventures with the pigs in his free, Tales from the Piggeries, mini series.
His young daydreaming never left him, but it wasn't until his early twenties he realised the potential for writing stories in the form of novels. His first attempt at this was rejected by about twenty publishers, and ten literary agents. Which led him to seek the aid of a professional and paid a hansom ransom, to get his work edited. This, he says, was of great importance, for he was shown how best to approach the art of story telling.
His one great fascination in the world is the ocean. He loves the fact not all of it is accessible to us, and how we cannot be certain of how much life there really is down there. And this, he believes, is how it should stay. The one question still burns in him: What if mer-folk were real?
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