Full Disclosure
It’s not fiction. It’s a bug report.
Author bios are usually lies.
They are curated lists of hobbies and humble brags. They try to convince you the person behind the keyboard is interesting or safe.
I am not going to do that.
I spent twenty years in IT. I spent two decades inside the machine. I fixed the servers. I patched the code. I watched the blinking lights in the dark while the rest of the building slept.
You learn things in that dark. You learn that the system is fragile. You learn that a single bad line of code can bring down an empire. You learn that the people in charge usually don’t know how to turn the power on.
I look at the world right now. I look at the country. It isn’t a society anymore. It is a legacy system. The hardware is failing. The software is malicious. The users are screaming at blank screens.
I write horror because I know what comes next. I know what happens when the fans stop spinning and the heat builds up.
Sure, I’ve written about the monster under the bed. The classics exist for a reason. But the monster under the bed is predictable. The things that actually keep me up at night are in the server room. I write about the guys who sign the purchase orders for the end of the world.
These stories are my work history. They are the tickets I couldn’t close.
Welcome to my resume.