The Origins of an Author

Or ... Did we really have to go through all that for me to become a writer?

Ken Preston

29 October 2023

The author as a little boy standing with his grandmother Doris

I’ve always been different. Or at least, I’ve always felt different. Growing up in the 1970s in a working class town in Lancashire, I should have been into football, and scrapping, and getting up to all sorts of mischief. But no, I was the quiet one who preferred sitting at home writing stories and drawing comic books, while my peers beat each other up on the rec. My father could be found in one of the local pubs when he wasn’t at work, and my mother was chained to the stove and the sink.

So from an early age, I was a solitary reader, writer, and artist. Not a lot has changed in the decades since. I’m not so solitary any longer, but the rest is still the same.

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