I write words.

If you were in hospital having a heart attack, I would have been the one taking your picture. Not in a weird, secretive way. I assisted surgeons in fixing hearts; I drove the big camera that allowed them to see.

I decided I wanted to change my life, from a career perspective anyway.

I now write words. On the walls of public toilets and also for anyone needing copy. Short or long form, blog posts and press releases. Even a love poem you can claim to be your own creation (willing to sign an NDA).

I’ll make your words beat like a heart that needed a stent, got one and didn’t die.