I am a published author of speculative fiction (whatever that means). My short stories and novels usually have an abstract view of how things are put together. Often with a bit of horror together with science fact or fiction, depending on whatever pushes the story forward. And on occasion the supernatural is thrown into the mix to sweeten the pot. But not all my writing leans that way; sometimes the straight-and-narrow is dragged into focus, a slanted look perhaps, but still on the cusp of what it means to be a touchy-feeling human being, and maybe not human at all. But enough of that nonsense, here are the nuts-and-bolts of what I do.
My publishing credentials include the novels "Danny Delicious", "The Well", "The Water Tower", "Devil Flower", "Face in the Snow", and "The Thirteenth Book." I also published "Walking Trees and Other Stories", an anthology of short stories. All titles can be found on Amazon.
So thank you for visiting and showing an interest in what occupies most of my time. Keep reading and I’ll keep writing. How’s that for a fair deal? And we didn’t even have to shake on it.
M. A. Csortos
Why write? I’ve been asked that many times. And to be honest my answers are usually weak and unfulfilling, even to myself. I feel like a klutz, unbalanced even. I have no response, a quip that is cool and to the point. I fumble even when asked about the book I’m writing or the story idea I’ve been kicking around. My thoughts tumble and the words twist from my mouth. And I know I sound like an idiot. But that’s okay, because deep down I know the real reason I write. It is something that digs and prods, shoving from behind like a steam engine. Sometimes it pushes so hard the train falls off the track, skidding along with no hope of ever getting back online. And other times the push is smooth, pleasant and almost spiritual. Yet mostly it is a cache of self-doubt and a nagging tug that forces me to sit down at the keyboard and pound away, my fingers slipping and clicking into oblivion. And at some point words appear, they join together and form sentences that grow into paragraphs, and then pages and pages of thoughts and ideas, that with any luck and skill, and a little bit of grit, sustain into something worth reading. That’s when the magic is working and I know there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing.
That’s why I write.