Who’s In There?
I suppose someone stumbling across this blog could be wondering exactly who it is that happens to be rattling around inside the fused, bony plates that make up this particular brainpan. And, moreover, why it is leaking… Well, as to the second question, I’m afraid that’s just a mystery we may never solve, which is too bad because I’m going through pillowcases like you wouldn’t believe…
As to the first, however, maybe I can shed some light on that…
Me according to me…
I’m just me – M. R. Sellars – aka Murv.
I’m a regular guy with a somewhat irregular profession. As I said on the About Brainpan Leakage Page, in order to put food on the table and pay the bills, I make up lies – that is to say, I write books. Fiction. Novels to be precise. Hence the making up lies thing I mentioned. So, anyway…these lies…they take the form of The Rowan Gant Investigations. I’ll let one of my publicists babble about that in a minute. Her name is Wendy, and much like my wife, she tells me what to do (without the good part).
When not on the road (where Wendy sends me when she insists my books need to be promoted) I stay home and write (which is kind of how the books happen in the first place). The rest of the time I play house-husband to my wonderful, smokin’-hot, redheaded wife, and read all manner of books with my daughter. Sometimes when they are off doing “wife and daughter stuff” I taunt our cats. But only verbally. Okay, well maybe sometimes with one of those buck ninety-five feather on a stick cat toy things too… Yeah, and a remote control toy car… And empty paper bags… And flashlights… And a Taser (I’m only kidding about the Taser…) But I only do those things when they do something stupid. Of course, since cats tend to do stupid stuff on a fairly regular basis… Well, let’s just say that much taunting occurs.
Oh, and I cook. I like to cook. Mustn’t forget that…
Yeah, I know. All in all, pretty boring.
But then there is also this leakage from my brainpan…
Me according to Wendy…
In case you are new here, Wendy is one of my two amazing publicists. Therefore, “me according to Wendy” is more or less – well, actually it is not more or less, it is exactly – my official bio as penned by her.
An active member of the HWA (Horror Writers Association), M. R. Sellars is a relatively unassuming homebody who, in his own words, considers himself just a “guy with a lot of nightmares and a word processing program.” Legend has it he started making up stories to entertain a stuffed bear during his single digit years, then began writing them down sometime around his early teens when the growing catalogue of fiction started causing him to experience migraines. Although he had several short stories and newspaper articles published during his early adult life, it wasn’t until 2000 that his first full-length novel, Harm None: A Rowan Gant Investigation, hit bookstore shelves, officially launching the acclaimed paranormal thriller series.
Sellars says that the biggest adjustment he has had to make with his writing career is coping with the time spent away from his family while traveling on promotional tours. Still, he approaches the necessity of public appearances with the same humorously deadpan and satirical wit that he applies to life in general, stating, “As long as I have an RC Cola and a bag of peanuts, I’m all good, Bubba.”
All of the current novels in Sellars’ continuing Rowan Gant Investigations saga have spent several consecutive weeks on numerous bookstore bestseller lists as well as a consistent showing on the Amazon.com Horror/Occult top 100.
Sellars currently resides in the Midwest with his incomparably amazing wife, equally fantastic daughter, and a pair of rescued male felines that have an unnatural fascination with his wife. He describes them as, “the competition.” At home, when not writing or taking care of the household, he indulges his passions for cooking and hanging out with friends.
In order to satisfy his lifelong dream of being a satirical humor columnist for a major metropolitan newspaper, twice each week he removes his glasses, dons blue tights and a red cape, then blogs about the incredibly bizarre world that is his life as a writer, husband, and father. It has been said that his blog articles sometimes blur the line between fiction and reality. To that Sellars responds, “What line?”
M. R. Sellars can be located on the web wherever there is a virtual bar serving virtual single malt Scotch, single barrel bourbon, good Irish whisky, and decent beer. In other words, look for him on the major social networking sites.
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