I’m not going to try and lie to you, you’re obviously a very nice person, otherwise you wouldn’t have visited my website. So I’ll not tell you a whopping pack of lies.

I never wanted to be a writer growing up. I wanted to be a professional footballer for the mighty Hull City.

Sadly this dream was ended by a tragic addiction to Mars bars and bags of frazzles.

I did play an awful lot of sport growing up in Hull though, as well as messing around in plays and trying to sing in bands.

Phil as The Bubble Wrap Boy at the books launch

I naively thought that if I wrote beautiful, heartfelt love songs then girls would queue up around the block to go out with me.

Strangely enough, this turned out not to be the case. Gentlemen, let that be a lesson to you…

I hated reading novels as a kid, but discovered a love of comics and graphic novels (anything from Batman to Maus), plus shockingly bad novelisations of Hollywood films. ‘Karate Kid – The Novel’ was a particular favourite. (Don’t judge me)

Since University, I’ve had a number of jobs. I’ve worked in pubs and travel agencies, and as a care worker in a residential kids home. It was this incredible experience that influenced the writing of Being Billy and Saving Daisy.

The best thing that ever happened to me though, was getting a job in the children’s section of a bookshop.

It was the best move of my life.

The books that were shoved under my nose were quite unlike anything else I had read, and quickly I found myself reading nothing but children’s fiction.

Phil Earle with his books

It was also whilst working as a bookseller, that I realised I wanted to try writing for young people. Lunchtimes were spent in the basement with a knackered old laptop, it was a seriously happy time.

I worked in that bookshop for five years, before taking a job in publishing, and now I split my working life between selling books for a publisher, and writing my own.

I’m a very lucky lad.

Home is on a hill with my wife and three children, and I try to write 500 words every day.

I’ll write them on the bus, after work, whenever I have a spare minute, and I have a terrible, terrible habit of writing with the telly on, which may yet lead to a speedy divorce…