ABOUT
Hi! I’m L.J. Hayward and I’ll be your author for this biography.
I’ve been telling tales (some of them of the tall variety) for most of my life. The first book I ever produced was about Easter, as I recall, and was written in crude pictographs. In my defence, I reckon I was about three. Stapler-binding was the format of choice (way, way before the advent of the e-book). First story with words (and pictures) was about a trip to the moon, in which I included the exhaustive research I did on the matter by saying it took three days to get there. Sadly, the trip was cut short when a puddle of blood (!! – quite gory for its day and age) was discovered on the moon, so the characters had to leave before the murderous aliens found them. Nail bitting stuff!
Beyond that, I don’t recall exactly when I began to think seriously about writing. I always enjoyed a creative writing exercise in high school, but hated scientific writing in university. Not enough room for drama or humour or unicorns. But even before I began writing stories down, I was writing them in my head. Serious writing started around the mid-twenties. Good writing started a couple of years later. Even better writing is still in progress.
As a pathology scientist, blood and medicine is a big part of my life and, naturally, have an influence on my writing. My first book, Blood Work, had its origins in how blood behaves in transfusions (vampires drinking blood is basically a transfusion, right? Right.).
Of course, recently I've moved into M/M romantic suspense, with the publication of Where Death Meets the Devil. I'm blaming Manna Francis's Administration series for hooking me into the wonderfully wide and diverse realm of queer fiction. It's a genre pool I plan on wallowing in for good long while. ;)
I’ve been telling tales (some of them of the tall variety) for most of my life. The first book I ever produced was about Easter, as I recall, and was written in crude pictographs. In my defence, I reckon I was about three. Stapler-binding was the format of choice (way, way before the advent of the e-book). First story with words (and pictures) was about a trip to the moon, in which I included the exhaustive research I did on the matter by saying it took three days to get there. Sadly, the trip was cut short when a puddle of blood (!! – quite gory for its day and age) was discovered on the moon, so the characters had to leave before the murderous aliens found them. Nail bitting stuff!
Beyond that, I don’t recall exactly when I began to think seriously about writing. I always enjoyed a creative writing exercise in high school, but hated scientific writing in university. Not enough room for drama or humour or unicorns. But even before I began writing stories down, I was writing them in my head. Serious writing started around the mid-twenties. Good writing started a couple of years later. Even better writing is still in progress.
As a pathology scientist, blood and medicine is a big part of my life and, naturally, have an influence on my writing. My first book, Blood Work, had its origins in how blood behaves in transfusions (vampires drinking blood is basically a transfusion, right? Right.).
Of course, recently I've moved into M/M romantic suspense, with the publication of Where Death Meets the Devil. I'm blaming Manna Francis's Administration series for hooking me into the wonderfully wide and diverse realm of queer fiction. It's a genre pool I plan on wallowing in for good long while. ;)
Short Stories
I've had a few shorties of the horror and fantasy variety published (in the long distant past). To have a bit of a look at them, check the Short Stories page.
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It isn’t just writing, either. I’ve always been a rabid reader. Yes, rabid. Try to take my book off me, I dare you.
I can’t recall an age where I haven’t wanted to read. An inherited trait, passed down from my father, he even introduced me to fantasy greats like Terry Pratchett and Terry Brooks. Primed, I went off in search of just about every fantasy book I could get my hands on. Just to be contrary, however, I didn’t discover Lord of the Rings as a youngster. Further contrarily, I didn’t particularly find it enjoyable when I did read it, many, many years later. Since knowing what a person reads is like knowing them, here’s a little list of my favourite books, in no particular order… Storm Front - Jim Butcher. Why? It introduced me to Butcher and the idea urban fantasy didn't have to be all tough, sarcastic chicks kicking butt and taking names. It could also be tough, sarcastic guys kicking butt and chewing gum. The Wasp Factory - Iain M Banks. Why? Because! Seriously, that's really all that needs to be said. A freaky, cool, terrifying, funny (don't admit that in polite company) romp through the psyche of an under-aged serial killer. Seriously. Because, dude. The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint Expurey. Why? Because! Seriously, that's really all that needs to be said. The perfect cure for The Wasp Factory. Heartbreaking, pure, beautiful. Mind Fuck - Manna Francis. Why? A seriously different take on a dystopian future and perfect example of subverting a reader's expectations by not giving them what they expect but making them love it all the same. (I'm also recommending this one next door) Pawn Of Prophesy - David Eddings. Why? Yeah, it's dated now and rather YA in content and execution, but for a first time ever fantasy, it's perfect. It introduced me to the genre and it's safe to say without Eddings, I wouldn't be writing this now, and you wouldn't be reading it. 
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RECOMMENDATIONS COMING SOON
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