Mike O'Donnell


Mike was a slow starter at the writing game. For the first two years of his life he seemed intent on eating and sleeping. Once these skills were mastered he did begin to make his mark, mostly with dirty fingers, lumps of mud and soft crayon.

 
His father was in the RAF (as was his Sergeant Mum during the war) which meant that every so often the family moved on. He was therefore very nearly educated at a lot of schools. Two weeks and three days at one lucky establishment. He did learn to wield a pen, but mostly for activities other than writing.

 As all his forebears did, he entered the Armed Forces. Three grandparents in the Army, both parents in the RAF, so he joined the Royal Navy. (Historical note: Great uncle George Rowe survived the Titanic and surprisingly he wasn’t to blame for the sinking. He was ex-RN.)

The RN was extremely educational.
Mike learnt how to get blisters: on his feet from marching and tabbing across Dartmoor, the Brecon Beacons and a variety of parade grounds; and on hands from sawing, chipping and filing cast iron and lumps of steel.
He was professionally sick in the Atlantic, the North Sea, and up in the ice during the contretemps with Icelandic fishermen.
And, because he was young he wasn’t too well in a couple of ports like Hamburg and Amsterdam – water wasn’t involved.

 

He left the Navy, tried as many jobs as possible to see what made the world work, and sold a few pathetic stories, usually under pen names. He also wrote a few articles for the now defunct Writers' Monthly.

After four years servicing the Sultan of Oman’s Navy and ten years trying to keep some of the Royal Army of Oman’s radio equipment going he had a BA(Hons) and an MBA and sold about fifty stories.

He has written a dozen books, nine of which are available on Amazon as paperbacks or Kindle. See Books menu.

He is currently working on yet another book which should be out sometime in 2017.