I live in Slovenia.  That's not particularly incredible, as 2 million people live here with me.  But --  and here's what makes it yet more fascinating -- I'm English.

The rarity increases when you discover that I moved here from America, where, until recently, I was married to an American.  Before that matrimonial experiment I lived in France, in a small brown village that was, for the most part, closed.

The small French village of Couhe may have seemed without life, but it was a giant metropolis compared to the smaller Greek village where I lived for 4 years before that.  Nice in the summer, completely empty in the winter.  I got there from England, in a car, and a boat, and maybe a donkey.

Having not lived in my native land for 20 years (arriving in the Alps via Greece, France and America), I feel like a nomad and the Slovenian Government can't quite find a bureaucratic box that fits, so they kindly ignore me.  I keep a blog about things Alpine.  I recently went on a solo trip around South East Asia, and I've written about that too.

Having established that I don't quite fit the norm, I've been encouraged to write a book about the icing on the cake, as it were.  No longer married to an American, I'm now friends with a Russian.  Don't tell me your secrets because I might be a cold war spy.  We sailed together down the Grand Canal in Venice, and I felt like James Bond.  Without the gadgets.  Or the nice suit.

I've been writing for years and self published a few books, though I have sold many a piece here and there.  Even won a competition once.

My style is either darkly speculative or funny (whatever that terms means).  Like most creative people I have that Jekyll and Hyde tussle, the sad clown, the irresistible urge to find comedy in dark deeds and sadness in things that are light.  They both compete and want to win.  Such is writing.

I therefore have two styles and I'd like to weld them together somehow.  Your feedback will be most appreciated.