C.M. Brown has been writing about fantastical worlds since he finished his degree in computer science, and realized that the voices in his head were far more interesting than writing code. It finally occurred to him to try to sell some of these delusional thoughts.

His lair squats somewhere in the wilds of Upstate New York where he is harassed by one family, is trailed about by one rubber chew toy destruction engine, and contends with as many imaginary friends as his mind can conjure.