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Given how many new people I've friended over the past few days, I should probably establish a few points of reference about who I am. Matt Doyle is the name I intend to write and be published under, but it's not my legal name - it's my middle name (which is what I go by in casual conversation, whether on- or off-line) and my mother's maiden name. That picture you see as my default icon is me, circa October 2004 - one of these days I'll get a better picture taken and use that instead, but it's a reasonably good image even now.
I am a 24-year old white liberal bisexual lower-class Christian male with a bachelor's degree in English Writing and Classical Studies (and a minor in Sociology). Some of that is going to be more relevant to my writing, and some of it less, and some of it really needs multiple posts to unpack and discuss. I'm going to resist the urge to dwell on it now, and keep talking.
I've been passionate about science fiction for literally longer than I can remember. One of my earliest memories, dating back to when I was three or four years old, and suffering from a really terrifying and head-splitting earache, my father told me to be strong and endure, like Luke Skywalker. I don't remember having seen Star Wars already back then, but I must have, because I had a dream about Luke dangling from the vanes beneath Bespin, and being picked up by the damaged Starship Enterprise (as seen towards the end of Wrath of Khan).
These were formative moments.
Growing up in a geeky, extremely literate household, I think it's safe to conclude that I was a lost cause, even at age four. I was never going to fit in with the other kids at school, never going to be satisfied with the world around me, never going to stop imagining or to stop examining everything with "what-if" goggles and a finely honed sense of wonder.
That's what got me where I am now.
Where I am now, exactly, is a trickier place to articulate. I'm not really a writer with a mission statement or a particular high literary ambition (not that there's anything wrong with that). But with every filled notebook, every dead-end customer service job, it becomes a little more obvious that whether I ever get paid to put my work in print, telling stories is my life. Which brings me, I suppose, to a point veering off of "Who Am I?" and into "What Do I Write?"
And that, I think, is tomorrow's post.
I am a 24-year old white liberal bisexual lower-class Christian male with a bachelor's degree in English Writing and Classical Studies (and a minor in Sociology). Some of that is going to be more relevant to my writing, and some of it less, and some of it really needs multiple posts to unpack and discuss. I'm going to resist the urge to dwell on it now, and keep talking.
I've been passionate about science fiction for literally longer than I can remember. One of my earliest memories, dating back to when I was three or four years old, and suffering from a really terrifying and head-splitting earache, my father told me to be strong and endure, like Luke Skywalker. I don't remember having seen Star Wars already back then, but I must have, because I had a dream about Luke dangling from the vanes beneath Bespin, and being picked up by the damaged Starship Enterprise (as seen towards the end of Wrath of Khan).
These were formative moments.
Growing up in a geeky, extremely literate household, I think it's safe to conclude that I was a lost cause, even at age four. I was never going to fit in with the other kids at school, never going to be satisfied with the world around me, never going to stop imagining or to stop examining everything with "what-if" goggles and a finely honed sense of wonder.
That's what got me where I am now.
Where I am now, exactly, is a trickier place to articulate. I'm not really a writer with a mission statement or a particular high literary ambition (not that there's anything wrong with that). But with every filled notebook, every dead-end customer service job, it becomes a little more obvious that whether I ever get paid to put my work in print, telling stories is my life. Which brings me, I suppose, to a point veering off of "Who Am I?" and into "What Do I Write?"
And that, I think, is tomorrow's post.
