Who is The Lone Monkey?
Well, I suppose if you're going to be spending any time with me, you should probably know what you're getting yourself into. Don't worry, I'm not going to start with the story of my birth - which was a harrowing adventure in itself, by all accounts. (Is blue a good colour for a new-born?). But I imagine you're here because you're at least a little bit curious about who I am as a writer. So let's start with the genesis of the creature we now know as, The Lone Monkey.
I have been many things to many people in my life: a son, a brother, a friend, a lover, a philosopher, and a dreamer (possibly even a nuisance to some). I am more than the sum of my experiences though I’m not quite sure what to do with the leftover bits. I am a lifelong observer of humankind and am therefore more of a listener than a talker - a proud introvert. I am in touch with my sensitive side and I’m not afraid to use it. I am a logical thinker who often flirts with the absurd. I have a black belt in sarcasm and dabble in tomfoolery in my spare time. While some see the glass as half full, and others see it as half empty, I just tend to wonder who’s been drinking my bloody drink. I am a movie buff whose head is crammed with useless entertainment trivia. I view films through a critical creative lens but can be just as happy watching an epic ‘popcorn’ pic or a whip-smart comedy as I can an arthouse gem. In essence, I enjoy quality in all media. Which brings us to the heart of the matter…
I love reading but have a hard time finding books that capture my undivided attention. While that may be due to some serious mental malfunction on my part, it also fuels my lifelong ambition to be a published author.
It’s hard to pinpoint the exact spark that lit the fuse of my creativity, launching me on the journey of a thousand stories. Was it my mother, who read to us from a very early age, planting the seeds of wonder in my fertile young mind? Or was it a youth spent devouring books and gaping in awe at the movie screen, dreaming that one day, I could tell those tales?
Whatever the case, the drive to create worlds that I, and hopefully others, would want to inhabit is a powerful drug. It’s not the notoriety I crave; though let’s be honest, the approbation would be delicious. It’s more that I might leave something permanent behind for future generations to share and enjoy.
So as I rage against the prevailing currents in an attempt at a life less ordinary, I invite you all into the kaleidoscopic swirl of chaos that rules my head. Follow me, share me, hopefully enjoy me. Subscribe to stay tuned to updates on my literary emergence. Maybe one day you’ll be able to say that you knew me when...