Not long after I became a werewolf, people stopped being able to detect when I was exaggerating. That’s a quote from Wrongcards, a terribly-serious ecards site that I founded in 2008.
I grew up in mostly small rural towns in Queensland, Australia. I attended a dozen schools, then went to Griffith University to read lots of books. After graduating I became a full-time vagabond. I drifted around the world for many years, at various times I was homeless. For half a year I lived in a mate’s garage. It was very romantic; I woke up every day covered in ants.
After a few years in Germany and Austria I found myself in Boston, where I was hired by Harvard University to fix computers. At the end of 2007, I was invited to join a lab at Harvard as a scientific programmer. That was bit tricky because I’m an autodidact and not especially talented at science, but I made a go of it anyway.
I drifted into graphic design, illustration and web-development. After spending a few years as a really mediocre scientist, I took a job as a creative director in the same lab I’d been working in the past few years.
In 2013, I quit Harvard to write books full-time. I have completed two novels — The Harvard Skull Fiasco and Rise of the Blue Bandicoot. I hope these books are well-received because they effectively euthanize any future employment prospects that I might once have enjoyed.
I have two small children and live in a ramshackle house in Cambridge, Massachusetts. When not writing I am telling somebody to put on a coat, or to take a breath, or use their words, or to please … take one … more … bite.
In my spare time I locate socks.