Who am I?
Shane is my name, and I am a sweet and wholesome boy. You will come to understand this in time.
I’m also a writer. It is as thankless a job as being a mid-level functionary in local government, which I once had the misfortune of being. Neither paid enough.
Spec Fic is my choice vintage of unreality–Speculative Fiction, for all the bozos–and I do this in the quiet solitude of only the best and brightest of the Rust Belt’s chemical wastelands.
So, in short, I stay hungry. I stay on my grind. I tip-tap away at my typewriter and hope that whatever comes out of the feed doesn’t approximate total existential failure.
Come with me on this journey, friend. I have absolutely nothing of physical worth to offer you, but I promise you won’t be bored.
Please, sir or madame, before you go…
If you believe in my dumb ass work, I humbly request that you bequeath me a small pittance. I promise it will go to keeping the lights on and other various sundries.
$5.00
Alternatively, if you’re in this for long haul as it were, you may choose instead to contribute to my Patreon. For which I will forever be in your debt.
