I must have been about five or six years old when I bought my first Star Wars action figure. It was purchased with three weeks worth of saved pocket money from Contob’s Toys, a musty treasure trove of a shop run by the kindly Mr. Contob – who, if my memory serves me correctly, had one glass eye. The figure I bought was the gleaming Death Star Droid, ten centimeters of sleek, evil-looking silver plastic. At the time I had no idea what Star Wars was. All I knew for sure was that the droid was insanely cool and that I, judging from the other blaster-toting characters featured on the back of his packaging, was about ‘to take a step into a larger world’.
And so began my childhood obsession with Star Wars. From that moment on, my thirst for weird alien worlds, gnarly monsters and kick-ass space weapons was born and with it a love of Science Fiction and Fantasy and, most importantly, storytelling.
Etherwheel started out as a concept for an interactive cartoon for the internet but as I began to create the characters and jot down the ideas I realized how much I enjoyed the writing and the process of world building. Before I knew it, I was writing a novel and so began my quest to become a storyteller.