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.
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.