Shannon Bayleff
Shannon Bayleff has spent most of her life dogpaddling along the fringes of society and is as surprised as anyone to be holding down another respectable day job. She has written for grades, money, awards, exigency, and exorcism, but not to get laid (not successfully anyway). Under various names, she writes short stories, darker fiction, poetry, and diverse nonfiction, but is particularly fond of the exquisite corpse. A former book editor and copy editor, she has never quite reconciled herself to The New Yorker's use of the diaeresis instead of the dash. She is probably the worst interview writer this side of the Atlantic.
She currently resides in Georgia, United States, where she serves as sumptuous feast for the local mosquitoes, ticks and chiggers. She enjoys dogs, silicate minerals, visiting the dentist, cocktail parties for one, subversion, long walks off short piers, the influence of calm people, synaesthesia, artificially-flavored marshmallow word loops, alliteration, lexical geekery, chocolate-covered hard sciences, and psychedelics.
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