Hello, I’m Michael, and I’m a sarcastic son-of-a-biscuit.
No, really. I can’t help myself. I open my mouth, and sarcasm just falls out. But, of course, there’s more to me than that.
I’m a high school English teacher, which means I spend my days trying desperately to make a bunch of teenagers, who mostly don’t care about the subject, listen to their incredibly un-cool teacher and maybe write down some of what he says, practice the skills he’s trying to impart unto them, and not pull out their bloody phones every six seconds.
Yes, I said “bloody.” I know. I know. I’m an unrepentant anglophile; I honestly can’t help myself. I’ve tried.
I’m also a husband to an amazing woman, and a father of a precocious ten year old (as of 5/2018, when I’m editing this).
I’m also a writer of science fiction and fantasy stories. Well, novels–I’ve tried to write short stories, and I’m crap at it. I’m still trying.
As you can see, I fill a lot of roles. The importance of each role rises and falls depending on my location on the Earth, who I’m with, and where the alien signals controlling my brain are coming from that day. Wait—strike that last part.
Like you’d expect, I’m a huge nerd, with an almost-encyclopedic memory of old SF books, TV shows, and movies. If you want some obscure fact from an old TV show, I’m your guy. My bookshelves have everything from Aristotle to the X-Men. I’d say I spend more time with Aristotle, but I’d totally be lying, so I won’t.
I am also an author of science fiction and fantasy novels and short stories. I am a graduate of Viable Paradise XVII; I highly recommend the VP experience to aspiring SFF writers. Except, don’t call yourself “aspiring.” If you write, you’re a writer.
I live in Sacramento, California, with my wife Elli, my daughter Tegan, and too many cats (which is to say, four).