Everyone has an origins story at the heart of what inspires them.

For me, ever since I was a kid, I’ve wondered why people do the things they do. But like any good introvert I didn’t think to actually ask them. Don’t be so DAFT.

So I did what lots of sensitive, introverted, ‘weird’ kids do; I used my imagination. I daydreamed. I spaced out. I had conversations in my head (look, I SAID I was a weird kid) and, at the age of ten, I started to write short stories.

(To be honest, I blame my English teacher Mr Jones for that one. There’s nothing like having a grown man crying with laughter whilst reading your story to the whole class to make a kid think, “Holy SHIT this writing lark is AMAZING” (yes, I would have used the word shit. If you’ve met me in person, it’ll be of no surprise to you whatsoever that I started swearing so damn early).)

Through theatre writing workshops and a return to education I found myself writing (and occasionally directing) short videos. Still curious about why people do the things they do. No clue about the actual reasons for it (either with myself or with others).

And then, as so often happens in life, shit happened. Screenwriters call it Act Two; when the protagonist feels lost, tries to avoid doing The Very Difficult Thing They Need To Do, and suffers until they do The Very Difficult Thing They Need To Do. And I needed to uncover my inner stories, understand and heal them, and discover how to connect more with myself and others.