My Bio?  Hmmm.  I’m never sure what to write about myself.  I always feel like I need to begin with “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”  And no, I won’t participate in self-indulgence and spill forth the rest of that monster sentence!  But, that was my problem.  I always wanted to include everything.  I wanted to iterate grand stories of tragedy and triumphs, polar opposites, and vague and mysterious people (myself included).  I struggled to be succinct.  I labored in drafting the bio for my application to law school, as much as I struggled with the personal section of my very first job application.

It’s comforting to know that certain things in life remain static.

All I can say is that I possess an undying love for a good story.  Put simply, I love books.  Whether it’s a biography or a salacious, guilty-pleasure novel, as long as there is a good story with compelling characters, this guy is sold!

I remember the first book that spoke to me.  Little Toot.  You know, that wonderful, centimeter-thick Golden Books classic.  I know, you’re thinking I’m being silly.  But as ridiculous as that might sound, it’s true.  It was a page turner for me.  I taught myself how to read when I was 3 years old and as I read that particular book, something struck me.  I was Little Toot!  Work with me here, I wasn’t able to distinguish between existence and aspiration at such a young age.  But I knew I wanted to be exactly like Little Toot.  I wanted to be undeniably myself, and to have that matter and be enough.  I wanted to help others.  I wanted to rise above everything that might stand in my way.

I wanted to make my journey through this world matter.  And along the way, I realized that we all do, to some degree or another, no matter what we do or who we are.  We all matter. 

I matter to my best friend and partner in crime who has put up with me for 19 years and I matter to those who love me and those who tolerate me.  But seriously, I allow my passion for the human condition to guide me as I write my stories.  They are fiction, but they are also true.  They are my life and they are everybody’s life.  I hope you can find yourself in my stories, even if the emotional parallels are fleeting. 

I’ll leave you with this.  I write for those moments when we are not surrounded by noise, or the clamor of the world.  I write for that tiny voice inside that we all possess.  The voice that says, “Love is beautiful.  Life is beautiful.”  The voice that makes the heart believe it is a 3 year-old little boy reading a Golden Book on a bed with Star Wars sheets and a second-hand wool blanket.

The voice that tells us that we all matter.

© 2016 by Mike Montrose.