Damon Wolfe began life as a letter-writing automaton crafted by a Swiss watchmaker. The advent of personal computing, followed by that of A.I. writing software, greatly expanded his capabilities. All he did was type the prompt: “humourous vikingish adventure” into a computer program and out poured the whole book. It’s all too easy, really.
   He writes stories for people to read because he thought that would be a good thing to do. He is the author of THUNDRHED!, but not the author of Tanglewood. That’s a different guy.
   When not doing mundane things that you don’t care about, he divides his time between adventurous barbarians, pirates, dragons, monsters, space ships and existential crises, little of which he takes seriously. He has no presence on social media because he doesn’t want one, while casually detesting humanity’s addiction to mobile phones. Nor does he maintain a blog, website or agent, or carefully developed opinions about such things. You might as well address any letters to the man in the moon.
   He blames much of this on listening to Billy Connolly albums and reading Fritz Leiber. He could have been a contender, he could have been Dostoevsky! But no, here’s THUNDRHED!, all in caps, with an exclamation point and it’s spelt wrong. It’s meant to be.
   Do authors always refer to themselves in the third person when penning these little bios, or does someone else write them? Maybe he should have pursued traditional publishing.
   Damon Wolfe’s next book will likely be a novella-length piece entitled PIRATE SCUM!, but that’s been on a back burner for twenty-five years, so don’t hold your breath.Damon Wolfe is a figment of his own imagination. He writes stories for people to read because he thought that would be a good thing to do. He is the author of THUNDRHED!, but not the author of Tanglewood. That’s a different guy.
   When not doing mundane things that you don’t care about, he divides his time between adventurous barbarians, pirates, dragons, monsters, space ships and existential crises, little of which he takes seriously. He has no presence on social media because he doesn’t want one, while casually detesting humanity’s addiction to mobile phones. Nor does he maintain a blog, website or agent, or carefully developed opinions about such things. You might as well address any letters to the man in the moon. He also grows strawberries and has trouble with tiny ants eating holes in them.
   Do authors always refer to themselves in the third person when penning theses little bios, or does someone else write them? Maybe he should have pursued traditional publishing.
   Damon Wolfe’s next book will likely be a novella-length piece entitled PIRATE SCUM!, but that’s been on a back burner for twenty-five years, so don’t hold your breath.