The work of a writer never stops. I've got a few publications up my sleeve and I'm seeking representation to get them published. If you are interested in any of my below projects, then please get in touch.
Reflections and advice on life with an alcoholic parent
Self-help | non-fiction
Are you a young adult who has an alcoholic parent or carer in your life? Are you struggling with the challenges of the emotions? I bet that most days you feel like no one understands. You are not alone.
Mother's Ruin has been written just for you. This handbook demystifies the pain and trauma that comes with the life of being a child of an alcoholic, and rather than focus on the negative elements, is intended to offer a glimmer of hope to you.
The statistics for children of alcoholics are not pleasant to read. We’re most at risk of developing our own alcohol or substance addictions. We’re more likely to suffer from some sort of mental illness - be it depression or eating disorders. We are less likely to be able to enter into positive relationships - in fact there is a high chance we choose a life partner with an addiction. The odds are against us.
But they don’t have to be. We can choose to take control of our lives by being informed and aware of what we have and are experiencing, so that we can make better judgements, decisions and become true survivors.
World's collide in an adventure from London to India
Thriller | Fiction
The sun shone a bloodshot red as its rays span out blurring the horizon. Nilay Gupta gazed into the distance, then glanced down at his button-missing shirt, flapping out away from his lank body. As usual in just a day it had gone from its clean, graying white that his wife Kalyani so carefully washed and bleached by hand each day into a mirage of red and brown ash obtained from the natural labouring of the earth.
With automatic annoyance, Nilay flicked a dirt spot with a fingernail, all too aware that it would make little difference to its state.
Two small boys from his village greeted him enthusiastically as they rushed by, kneecaps bouncing uncontrolled. He recognised the children as his son's friends. They had used to play together around the fields where elder family members were on duty to pick row upon row of cotton.
He nodded curtly approval, unable to utter a greeting back.
This is a good day to die he thought.