I’m an author. I never used to call myself that. It sounded pretentious—sure, I wrote things, but I wasn’t an author. That’s a title for people with their books on the shelves of all the major retailers, people published by the “big five.” Authors are like, famous and stuff. But with one novel published, another on the way, and a handful of stories (and even a poem) under my belt, I guess there’s no avoiding it. The thing about writing is you always move the goalposts on yourself, and I’m making an effort to stop. I’m an author. Here’s some things I’ve written.
Mouse wouldn’t be your first choice to stop the apocalypse. He wouldn’t even be his own.
“Primarily non-verbal,” his file says, “anxiety and communication difficulty, nevertheless considerably bright.”
The world’s too loud for Mouse, all his dials are set to eleven, and just talking—let alone making friends—presents a very real challenge. But for reasons he can’t imagine, a purple-haired punk named Bliss has Decided They’re Friends, and things—for once—are looking up.
Then, he meets a ghost and learns some magic, while an ancient cabal of alchemists and sorcerers alternately try to kidnap and enlist him—
Because, you see, he’s their last hope for saving the world, and the proverbial clock is ticking.
Mouse wouldn’t be your first choice to stop the apocalypse.
But then, sometimes life makes these choices for you.
Mouse is a young adult contemporary fantasy starring an autistic protagonist, featuring friends, monsters, alchemy, and a looming apocalypse. Nice people have said nice things about it. I think you’ll like it.
I write short stories when nobody’s looking, but haven’t been sending them out for long. So far I only have one published (you can read “Hello World” here), but I’ve got three or four more coming out in the next 6-12 months, so watch this space!