Craig Smith lives on the edge of Edinburgh with his wife, two children, two cats and two novels under his belt. One published, (The Mile, Pilrig Press 2013) and one complete and ready to go. (It’s only the novels that are under his belt, not the other things. Although the kids do seem to have found a way into his wallet.)

His career has followed a generally downward trajectory, from analysing banking system software back when lapels were wide and suits were double breasted, via playing bass for “Scotland’s next big thing” (Smash Hits [they weren’t]), washing dishes in a Mexican restaurant, and hanging paintings in an art gallery for an extra tenner a week on his giro.

Eventually he found himself employed as a web developer and remained so for a few years before he drank a bottle of single malt on the company tab and resigned. It was on a team-building night too.

Writing HTML & CSS pays the bills, but he prefers writing fiction. The hours are better.

As are the hangovers.

Craig’s new novel, The Seven Ghosts of Lachlan McCormack, is currently on submission to publishers.