Gordon has six crime and thriller books published to date, along with a number of short stories. His latest novel, Deepest Wounds, published by Strident Publishing, is the third in the Craig McIntyre series. Gordon also helped found Bloody Scotland, Scotland's International Crime Writing Festival (see www.bloodyscotland.com), is a DJ on local radio (www.pulseonair.co.uk) and runs a strategic planning consultancy. He lives in Scotland and is married with two children.
In a former life Gordon delivered pizzas in Toronto, sold non-alcoholic beer in the Middle East, launched a creativity training business, floated a high tech company on the London Stock Exchange, compered the main stage at a two-day music festival and was once booed by 49,000 people while on the pitch at a major football Cup Final.
Gordon Brown - My Writing Story(ish)
‘My writing career began at school. Sneaking in the odd short story when the teacher wasn’t looking (some of those stories still sit in a suitcase in a spare room). My first major attempt at writing came on the back of a trip to Crete when I was on holiday with friends, back in my early twenties. I spotted a lad with a back pack in the middle of nowhere. He was miles from civilisation (well as miles from civilisation as you can get in Crete) and looked a little worse the wear. I was strap hanging off the back of a jeep and my mind starts to whir. That night I borrowed an order pad from a Greek restaurant, and started writing.
‘The Machine’, a novel, and a tribute to one of my heroes, Stephen King, began. In order to finish it I migrated from the order pad to a battered old jotter, then to some spare sheets of paper lying around the holiday apartment. When I got home I kept going. More jotters, more spare sheets of paper. The finished novel has lain in that suitcase for some three decades.
And so a cycle was born. I’d write, mainly short stories, and file them. Occasionally a novel would sneak out. Only to be buried with the rest. There are at least three complete novels that I know off, and a few false starts.
At the turn of the Millennium some colleagues and myself, with dreams of becoming a multi millionaires, floated off a tech company on the London Stock Exchange (the millions never materialised – the day we floated was the day the dot-com bubble burst). My kids were six and four and I was flying to London every Monday and flying back on a Friday. I had all but stopped writing by then until my wife suggested I take it back up. Why? Well since the kids were young she asked if I could make up stories for the kids. I started a series of tales about a gaggle of creatures called the Doms. Each night I’d make up a new story, invent new characters and the kids were all given roles in the stories. When I got home I'd read them to the kids. Lesley suggested I start writing enough that she could read them out to the kids each night while I was away. So my job was simple, a story a day, five days a week for nearly a year and half. This got me right back in the groove.
Fast forward a few years. I had added to my novel and short story pile but still with no sign of a publishing deal. By now I was running the marketing department for a TV station. My contract was due up and I took a breath, announcing I was giving it ‘one last go’ at writing a novel. (No I didn’t believe me either).
Three months later ‘Falling’ was born. I duly edited it, despatched it to four publishers and sat back… and nearly died of fright when one publisher came back, telling me they liked what they saw. Really? I bundled off the rest, in my haste sending copy that was a month old and full of typos, but the publisher still bought it.
So here’s the thing. I’m six novels in with a new one in the Craig Mcintyre series being written. ‘Falling’ has been re-published in the U.S. and a short story I wrote for Bouchercon 2016 was included in their anthology. Falling Too, the second in the Charlie Wiggs series, was also released and I’ve been included in the Historic Environment Scotland short story anthology – Bloody Scotland.
I still work. Would that writing provided all the bread on the table. But you know what, I’m just happy that nearly forty years of writing has turned into something more than a pile of dusty paper in an old suitcase.’
Gordon Brown, June 2018.