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Author Bio . . .
Exit the clown. I left school at 16 to become an actor (I mucked about so much they were glad to get rid of me). Alas, a glittering career did not follow. Beaten up by yobbos in Manchester, groped at the BBC TV centre whilst wearing tights for a Shakespeare production, and left on more film cutting room floors than you've had packets of popcorn. Eventually got fed up with starving and became a humble service clerk in a big corporate utility to pay the rent. Acted my way up the greasy pole to become a senior manager.
Whilst wearing a corporate suit I wrote short stories for women's magazines, and sketches for TV and radio. Also wrote promo video scripts and sometimes appeared in cameo roles.
Following redundancy, I set up a management and PR consultancy. Most clients drove me potty, so I jacked that in and became a freelance copywriter. Earnt loads of dosh but didn't enjoy sixteen hours a day in front of a computer. So I went physical and created a shed painting business. Then my back gave way.
So now I write fiction. When I'm stuffed for words I take a break by playing the tabla and listening to Berlioz in my shed. And if that doesn't work, I do Tai Chi, a journey of self-discovery if ever there was. Enough.
Igor Zap is my writer's pseudonym. Ivan's Fingers is the first title to use it. Previous novels are published under my birth name Martin Pilcher.
Igor Zap = Martin
Pilcher = Igor Zap
Two names - same author - simples!
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