Moving from James Fitzjames' past to mine.



Thanks to everyone for visiting this site. Thinking about James Fitzjames' life got me thinking about my own and how the past, both personal and historical, came together to turn an anxious kid and troubled teen into a storyteller and successful author. Consequently, I have now transferred my energies into writing a memoir in an attempt to understand that process.  The first episodes examine my parents' lives in India and how the stories they told influenced me. This new memoir blog is being published in weekly instalments. If you have enjoyed this blog, check out Lands of Lost Content.

Of course, you can continue James Fitzjames' story in the eBook: North with Franklin: The Lost Journals of James Fitzjames.

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