When the safe and familiar leaves Leigh feeling empty, she finds true satisfaction is in discovering darker desires.
With original photographs by the author.
Unrequited love leaves room for another in Leigh’s heart... and bed.
With original photographs by the author.
Both Discovering Leigh and Defining Giulia contain original photographs to enhance the experience of the text. Depending on which version of the books you have (Standard paperback, Amazon paperback, or eBook), different photographs appear in different versions. I’ve put all the images contained in the books in these two galleries.
Be aware though that the images in the galleries are most definitely not safe for work, and contain depictions of full-frontal female nudity, bondage and restraint, and other depictions which may be triggering to sensitive viewers.
I discovered my creativity at an early age when I refused to colour inside the lines, and who said the trees needed to be green and brown, anyway? When I was seven years old, I used my mum’s IBM golf-ball typewriter to write my first story, for which I got a hiding (it was the 70s) because I erased her letterhead setting. I also (badly) illustrated this story and read it aloud in front of my second-grade class. I always liked to write, and dreamed of one day writing that Great Novel (Preferably before I was 15, and buying a Ferrari Testarossa with the winnings).
However, I enjoyed drawing more than writing, and decided that—despite numerous short stories and big dreams—I would go study art instead of letters. At art school, I decided I liked design more than art, and followed a career in design, especially the brand new ‘web’ design thing. After 15 years of speaking to inanimate objects, I discovered I liked photography more than design, and became a professional photographer. The Great Novel had still not been written, and dreams of a Testarossa gave way to dreams of making the rent payment.
In the meantime, I had gotten married (under a solar eclipse in the north pole - no, really!) to a beautiful lady named Prim, got myself the two coolest Hungarian Puli Dogs, and life became beautifully suburban with a three-bedroom house with a nice big tree and a nice big lawn and even a nice big solar-heated pool. I gave lectures and workshops in photography, got himself the reputation as ‘the master of light’, and in 2015 I published a photography manual: “From Snapshot to Hotshot” (which is now outdated and in desperate need of a re-work.)
I should have been happy.
But I wasn’t. Life doesn’t like middle-aged and allegedly responsible adults colouring outside the lines. In 2017, life and all its trials and tribulations got too much for me. The ghosts of my past started haunting the present, and I had myself two suicide attempts. Obviously, these were not successful, and thanks to a loving wife - who coloured inside the lines so I wouldn’t have to - and a handful of capable shrinks, I was bought back from the precipice. In an attempt to gain back what passed for sanity, the Great Novel was back on the table. With my mum’s golf-ball IBM typewriter but a memory and replaced by Microsoft Word, several hundred thousand words later, my first (publishable) work of fiction was born. Three years later, the second long-form novel saw the light.
“Discovering Leigh” and “Defining Giulia” are stories of friendship, love, self-discovery, and bondage. Inspired by a lifetime of colouring outside the lines, they are tales of finding love in unusual spaces. I’m proud of my work. I’m not sure if I’m happy yet, but I’m getting there, and the only thoughts of suicide I have, are those that want to prevent others from doing it.
In December 2020 my wife died of breast cancer, leaving me shattered. The thinnest sliver of silver linings is that bereavement and creativity make great bedfellows, and new dreams and novels are being born. Some of them may even survive past infancy. In between doing the weekly grocery runs and playing with my dogs, I’m writing more fiction, taking more photos, and still dream of the Great Novel. And paying month-end bills.