I write books featuring bioengineered pygmy elefantkin short-order cooks. Yep—that's a thing I do. Also, I see moons.

And when not shifting unpredictably into third person, Richard lives with his wife, two lovely daughters, some cats, and three ducks, in a magical bookstore that is—quite frankly—the only thing that stands between you and raging hordes of zombies who haven’t read a good book in, like, forever.