Bob Cartledge

Bob writes about himself:

As a lad I was an indifferent reader, and rarely picked up a book unless I had to. It turned out that my problem was a major hearing deficit. I couldn’t understand what was being said to me, so I couldn’t match word text to word sounds.
One day, my father sat down and started reading to me from the book in his hand. I was captivated. Every day I would go back, sit on my father’s knee and he would read to me. Then one day, he said no.
No, he would not read to me. No, he would not tell me how the story went. No, if I wanted to know how the book finished, I would have to read it myself. So I did. I read that first book for a month to get it finished.
It took me a month to finish the next four books in the series.
Since then I have inhaled books, I have learned to love reading.
Finally, inspired by the works of my favourite authors, I started to write. I have dabbled in poetry, horror, fantasy, science fiction, all manner of speculative fiction. I hope one day to see a novel in a book shop and say, ‘I wrote that. That’s mine!’