Adam writes mostly dark, punky fantasy. Don’t let that put you off.
The rest of his life is a work in progress. He’d rather keep that hidden under a big, dusty, metaphorical sheet for now.
Other than that he’s engineering a return from his self-imposed exile of the virtual world, albeit in a more measured, less Munchausenian way than previous outings. His literary fortunes are decidedly mercurial at best. He’s been adrift on them for some time – he hopes, by starting to paddle again – he might gain sight of land.
He’d like a semi-regular gig, and has been trying to set-up as freelancer for some time. He also has a novel on the boil.