About Dylan

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I write speculative fiction — the kind where dragons need permits, deep-sea stations are held together with duct tape and devotion, and a sentient slime mold runs the best bakery in town. My stories tend to circle the same questions: what happens when systems fail the people inside them, and what do those people build instead?

Before I was a writer, I was a clown. Literally — I started performing at sixteen, learned to juggle, twist balloons, walk on stilts, and fall down on purpose. I auditioned for Ringling Brothers. The clown thing matters because it taught me something I still use: the Auguste clown never stops trying. They fail absurdly, publicly, repeatedly — and they get back up. That's more or less my approach to writing fiction.

I live in Northern Colorado with my wife Sarah and our three cats. I have ADHD, which means I also sew, paint miniatures, play ukulele, build puppets, and maintain a rotating cast of hobbies that would alarm a less patient spouse. I wrote my first novel during my third (and first successful) attempt at NaNoWriMo. I'm still revising it.

Currently I'm submitting short fiction and novellas to markets. Two novels that were previously on Amazon are being re-edited and will return when they're ready. I write across genres — cozy fantasy, sci-fi, romance, noir, space westerns — but the through-line is always character-driven stories about people navigating imperfect systems with stubbornness and heart.

If you want to keep up with what I'm working on, the blog feed pulls from dylan.blog, where I write about everything from book recommendations to ADHD to healthcare to why Hallmark movies are genuinely great. It's chaotic over there. You've been warned.