Michael E. Bell (Fleedleflump to his friends) was born in 1976 on planet Earth, and usually he likes to live there. He cut his teeth on poetry at the tender age of eight, and spent his school years looking for the narrative behind lesson plans.
By day, he's a civil servant in London. By night, he's a husband to a wonderful wife and servant to two cats. His other life is that of a writer; an obsession that doesn't care whether it's day or night, appropriate, applicable, or in any way convenient. He spends that life keeping up with all the stories queuing in his head, trying to write them before they defect in search of a less barmy outlet. Sometimes, you see, the words want to play, and woe betides he who ignores them…