About Authorbeard
By the way, the name’s Michael. But if you like, you can call me Sensei.
I’m a writer and editor living in New York. Before that, I was an overweight Midwesterner, I got bamboozled by a Thai woman, and did an occasionally very shoddy job teaching English in Korea. Not that I go for clichés or anything. You don’t wanna know what’s gonna happen when I move to Afghanistan next year. Anyway, about the writing bit: got a novel I’m shopping around (you can read the first five chapters, listed helpfully there to the right) and a second that needs a C-section, if you get my drift; I’m also shopping some short stories. And there’s this, which is mainly for me, like any blog, but will feature some of the other stuff I write so hard on occasion.
If you like any of the writing you see up here and you happen to be an agent, or know of one, or be someone who can get me published in one form or another, or has a good idea for how get the $35 million my uncle Herbert apparently left for me in a bank in Lagos, well by all means, holler and I’ll get right back to you (msnolan AT gmail DOT com). I’ll probably wind up checking this thing entirely too frequently, but I’ll be getting updates at my real email address.
Anyway.
In my spare time, I make a living as an editor of sorts at a magazine of sorts who’s usually out of sorts. I would link to it, but this blog’s gonna get pretty hairy (so many swears . . .) and I don’t wanna cost us subscribers. It’s that sort of magazine. Anyway, I’d have to ask my editor, so I’ll get back to you.
Can’t think of any other relevant details about me or my life. Instead, when I get around to scanning them in, I’ll post pictures of me from times when not having a digital camera was among the least of my worries. Anything else you wanna know, just ax. I’m not saying I’m going to answer, or that I’ll answer honestly if I decide to–chances are, no dice–but, you know, it never hurts to ask.
Other stuff, like my politics (the last judge), my religious views (the last priest), my musical tastes (better than yours) or the kinds of movies (not just porn) and other things I like (not just nicotine) will become clear enough from the posts, so what’s the use of making a list? Huh?
So there you have it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my apartment’s on fire and this lion ain’t gonna tame itself.
