Welcome to the blog! You are now here: some aspiring fantasy guy’s bio! If you were looking for the bathroom, take a right at the shambling mound bobble-head dispenser and proceed past the basilisk den (avoid direct eye contact—you have been warned).
Nothing grandiose where I’m concerned, folks. I’m your average undiscovered Shakespeare who needs a decade plus to finish his debut novel. My first loves in fantastic reading were DC Comics and Asterix, which my parents dug out from bargain bins (I’m still half convinced some dying alien will bequeath me a power ring SOMEDAY and am just amusing myself until then).
Then our cousin introduced my brother and I to a red box set of nerd crack called Basic Dungeons & Dragons. Huzzah! I found my destiny in the Caves of Chaos and the Palace of the Silver Princess. My brother was the best DM ever and led me through 1001 nights of adventure with a vast cast of characters culled from our sordid imaginations. He also introduced me to the Hobbit, the Lord of the Rings, the Rift War Saga, etc… Practically crafted my geek membership badge for me. Thanks, bro!
Still here? I admire a person with strong bowel control and a lead stomach! Okay, so, once I’d fooled everyone into thinking I had grown up, I moved to sunny Ottawa, capital of Canada (I think that’s on the northern border of Gondor, isn’t it?), and tried to do something good and practical with my life, i.e., studying Journalism, until I realized how much I HATED being told what to write about. Shouted from a high mountain peak: gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ditched that. Moved over into studying English Literature. Much happier! Four years of DWEM later, I emerged with a master’s degree and no idea what the frig I was going to do to make money. Oh, by the by, I was Editor-in-Chief on the Carleton Arts Review for a short time, so if you submitted a poem or short story between 1999 and 2000 that got shafted, now you know where to target your righteous ire.
Not too much more to say. I thought I was going to be the youngest fantasy writer on the New York Times Bestseller List by 17 and do a victory lap on the late night talk shows but, you know, that kind of didn’t materialize in this lifetime. Hasn’t diminished my naïve optimism, though! Karma is a bitch and I’ve paid for my stepping on other literary dreams in my share of rejections. I did manage to hoodwink one bunch of editors in Salt Lake City into publishing my only short story called “Neighbor” in Shimmer Magazine #2, Winter 2006 (in the category of, Holy crap, has it really been almost eight years since my last brush with immortality? Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!). I once had a smattering of sick poems published in a little chapbook series called Yield (try finding that one in a bargain bin! Double dare you!). Umm, that’s my resume of publishing credits! Moving along…
So what am I working on, now? Glad I put those words in your mouth! Contrary to what a goof I seem, I’m working on a really, really dark and grim (and moving!) novel set in a theocratic society that follows the lives of some very hard luck characters as they are dogged by demons and spirits! Yes, it is a bit of a non sequitur from what you’re reading, I get that, but, hey, do I got range or what? Those poor saps I torment might even crack a smile between blood and tragedy, you never know. This is the manuscript I mentioned earlier that has, shall we say, languished in the dungeons of my perfectionism but the nice folks at Leasspell are helping me with my OCD in that regard and it should see the light of day by at least 2020! There’s that patented MacDonald optimism!
Anyway, show’s over! Don’t forget the complimentary Kool-Aid on the way out and donations are always accepted (that’s a joke, people). See you in the blog (and watch out for that lizard, it’s looking your way)!