The Mike began writing stories before he could write by hand, sticking printed words together to form sentences in his first days of school, then bothering the teacher to print off more so he could complete his epic. Things have come full circle; due to injury he's again unable to write by hand, but thanks to the magic box on his desk prose continues to flow.
Being a grumpy misanthrope with a cane leads to a disillusioned undercurrent in his writing, but it's not all doom and gloom. Sometimes most of the characters live. Though sometimes they wish they didn't. Currently working on a YA novel of counter-terrorism in a steampunk world: PICT.