Jack Simpson spent many years writing ads for giant technology companies before he decided making up stories sounded a lot more fun. He lives in Hampshire with his son and daughter who give him endearing nicknames like ‘Slave’ and tell him he has no aura. When he’s not writing he’s usually wandering the countryside overthinking his entire existence.

He’s currently working on his debut middle grade novel: an intergalactic adventure filled with double-crossing space pirates, brain-sucking moonslugs, ten-foot purple sparkly gangsters and wildly insulting vending machines.