Anything is possible when you write science fiction
After being born and educated in Ireland I found myself with a degree and no idea of what to do next. In Ireland in the early 1980’s the choices were be unemployed or emigrate. Possessing non-standard mental wiring I chose a third way. Floundering.
I set about having a fractured work life (the business school term is having a portfolio career) with some vigor. I spend ten years working successively as a cleaner in a department store, a security guard, studying for an M.A., selling life assurance, fleeing to London to do something, anything.
I got married which is proof that I can make correct decisions. This hugely surprises me still forty years later.
I studied for a post graduate business degree in the UK at Cranfield University. A fabulously happy year, made more so by the birth of my daughter.
Armed with my new degree and still possessing non-standard mental wiring I worked for a UK subsidiary of a Japanese company, was unemployed, worked for a logistics services start-up. I moved back to Ireland where I worked for a US multinational, was unemployed, worked for a US multinational, was unemployed. I moved to the Middle East where I taught in vocational education for eleven years. Then I retired.
Through all this time I have not gained any understanding how humans think, work or live.
This is my secret history.
I had a lifelong ambition to become the greatest space cowboy outlaw wizard in the universe. I achieved this ambition and have a beautiful certificate on my wall to prove it. I do admit that the space time continuum is proving reluctant to bend to my will right now, I am not giving an inch. To those naysayers who maintain that the certificate is only a (in fact the BEST EVER) Christmas present from my wife and daughter, know that you are on my list just as soon as I have the Universe sorted out.
Please note that on the weekends I am the Chief Wizard of the Black Ring, which involves a lot more PR than wizarding, which is a little disappointing I have to admit.
My time will come.