Hi - I'm Bill. That's what my mates call me. That's the name I write under when I'm writing as a journalist.
  But I also occasionally write under the name William. That'd be for my classier novels. The love stories and the historical fiction.
  The name William sounds a bit more erudite. Bill on the other hand  - well he's obviously a hack, ready to get his hands dirty. 
  And sometimes I'm Billy - though that's a much longer story.
  Anyway: I have embarked on this epic series of love stories. They're aren't so many guys around who are writing love stories, but I am having a damn good crack at it. We've got four out so far, with another two due to be published next year by Thames River Press.
  They are rather different from most love stories.
  The endings are all, in the main, "bitter-sweet".
  But that, really, is the nature of true love. It is the nature of most love affairs.
 Any person who's in their forties will (hopefully) have had a number of lovers over the years. They may well be settled down now, they may be fully loved up. But nevertheless, the will generally be a number of lovers who have fallen by the wayside. For whatever reason, they're no longer part of the picture. They've been squeezed out.
  So what I've got is a hero, Kim, (who's a journalist, just like me) who is wistfully looking back at the great loves of his life.
  These stories could end in the traditional way that most love stories end: after considerable angst, Kim will get it together with his latest love. But what I've been tending to do is take the romance on just that little bit further when, for whatever crazy reason, they've split up.
  That's how it tends to be. Poignant and tear-jerking. In real-life, love affairs end.
  Sex scenes? There are a few. But they are a discreet lift of the veil.
  Above all, I hope, the books are cracking stories. I wrote them to be page-turners!