My older brother turns 27 today. Since I don’t like him very much, I’m going to dedicate an entire post to him on this blog.
His name is Michael, and he is four years my senior and thirteen inches taller than me; he’s blond and blue-eyed, so my polar opposite in every physical way. He received his Bachelor’s degree from MIT two years ago, but he has always been a genius, and he has helped me immensely as a writer.
Michael reads and writes very well (pfffft), so his editing assistance, writing advice, and plot discussions are quite useful. He helped me see the light last year when I was over halfway through the first draft of Gray Haze, and he is mostly the reason I started over.
Although I loathe his existence, I must concede that he is useful as a fresh pair of eyes and my Editor-in-Chief. He took writing courses at MIT, and he is a voracious reader, so he knows what makes a good story. I’m just glad I don’t have to take any writing courses myself. I can go to him if I have questions. Phew. 😛
I feel it is my civic duty to point out that Michael is still single. He lives in Connecticut, he has money, and he has a car. As annoying as it is, he can also solve the Rubik’s Cube fairly quickly, with a record of 5.94 seconds. Form an orderly queue, ladies 20-25.
Thanks for putting up with me all these long, grueling years, Michael. RIP