About

After a few years on a sheep farm in the mountain ranges of New South Wales, none of which he can remember, Jay grew up in a suburb of Sydney with a large tribe of siblings and a constant stream of books. Trips to the nearest beach on the weekend or up the coast to a rented fibro shack for holidays were high points and, despite crippling surfmat rash, the start of an enduring affinity with the sea.

With a move interstate to South Australia - new town, new school, new faces, new books and distant surf beaches with freezing water - so began a serious period of beachlessness that would in time be made up for during uni days, with friends equally up for putting waves before lectures, in decrepit cars spluttering along, needles rarely more than a degree or two above empty.

With bar and factory work money in hand, soon came travels to the warmer waters of the eastern States for the Summer holidays. Then in what could have been the last hurrah before a suit and tie career changed everything (but wasn’t), came a long overseas surf trip to Hawaii, Mexico and Africa (and many swapped books) and the seed was forever sown.

Since arriving in Western Australia around the new millenium, he’s continued to read widely and roam coastlines all over the place in and outside Australia in between lawyering and, more recently, has found time to turn thoughts collated over many years and an urge to write into literature.