Hi. I’m Jeff.
I love sci-fi with a touch of fantasy and a dash of wit. My favourite books make me think and laugh, and sometimes think about why I’m laughing. I try to write stories that have the same effect.
I’ve always loved reading. I blame my mum, who took my brother and me to the local library every Tuesday. So I had to get through four books every week.
My dad, meanwhile, helped me escape the children’s section for the shelves stuffed with books I couldn’t put down: books crammed with aliens, spaceships and robots, or with wizards, magic and mayhem; books full of big ideas and huge questions. These are the tales that mean I’ve spent large parts of my life away with the fairies. Or the Nasqueron Dwellers.
A few of my favourite authors: Iain M Banks, Neil Gaiman, Douglas Adams, Ursula K. Le Guin, Jasper Fforde, China Miéville, JRR Tolkien, Isaac Asimov and Margaret Atwood. And, of course, AA Milne.
My writing...
As Jeff Stewart, I wrote Why Balloons Rise and Apples Fall. It’s an explanation (with no maths) of all the physics you’ve forgotten since you left school. It is available in eight languages, including American (where it is titled E=MC2: Simple Physics: Why Balloons Rise, Apples Fall & Golf Balls Go Awry). In the UK, it’s still in lots of libraries.
Now, as Jeffrey A Stewart, I’m working on a series of science fiction and fantasy stories set on Erth, a planet named after mud — by a people who can’t spell properly. Expect adventure, intrigue and plot twists in a post-apocalyptic universe. Expect creaking space hardware and sharp swords. Expect strange monsters. And stranger people.
A bit more about me...
I live on the edge of London, in the UK. I love the ancient woodland nearby. And the stinking city over the hill. And as I wander, I wonder: what would happen if the comforts of our civilisation were stripped away? What would we think if the internet ended? And how would we live without takeaway pizza?
When I’m not reading or writing, I work as an editor and graphic designer. And as personal assistant to four kids, three cats, two bikes and one quite singular wife.