Micki Magee

I was an only child until I was thirteen, so when I was little I had an imaginary brother named Joey that I’d talk to and take on adventures. Things sort of grew from there and now I have whole worlds full of imaginary families and friends. (Thankfully I have some real ones too…) Instead of talking to them now I write them all down.

Well, sometimes I still talk to them.

How do I tell you who I am and what I’m about in a paragraph? I suppose it doesn’t matter. I’m going to blatantly try too hard to be witty anyway so that you’ll read this.

How about this:

Hi! My name is Micki Magee. I’m not a cartoon Irish detective but I sometimes wish I was. I still “carry the two” when doing multiplication and I’ve had a huge crush on Paul McCartney since elementary school.

I’m way too wordy and I love adjectives more than a good writer should. Bad grammar bugs me (especially when my grandma tries to make me use “I” as an object). I often use bad grammar.

I am both fascinated by and terrified of zombies.

I am also both eager for and terrified of attention. That’s why I’m a writer and not a famous actress in Hollywood even though, when I was sixteen, I swore I was going to be. Well, that and I’m a horrible actress.

I find most things amusing, including Kesha and Martin Freeman, and I think everyone else should find amusement in the world too. Levity brings sanity.

Middle and high school were traumatic for me and now I’m in my thirties, but I still love to write young adult fiction more than anything else. There’s something magical about that time in our lives in between the mortification and anxiety, am I right? Something about the possibilities.

I see people laughing around me a lot so I think that must mean I’m pretty amusing too. Or it could mean something else. But I prefer my reality, thanks.

How was that?