So, I’m Michael Phillips, and I’ll be honest, I’m nobody spectacular. I’m a writer, avid reader, movie whore, disco goddess. I’m constantly dissatisfied, restless, yet generally optimistic, in a dark sort of way. Does that make any sense? Possibly not, but we’ve only just started. I have a whole week to make sense.

I mostly write short fiction, and I have a blog at lithiumcreations.com. The blog is pretty much a live memoir, a completely honest record of, well, me. I write about whatever’s in my head, dark things, amusing things, frivolous things. The blog is always true, grammatically correct and typo-free.

The written word is really important to me, in fact, I communicate absolutely everything in writing. See, I have Spinal Muscular Atrophy (SMA). Basically, my muscles are pretty useless. I don’t walk, I don’t sit up, I eat through a tube in my stomach, I don’t breathe without a machine. I run everything on my computer with my thumb, a switch and some assistive software.

Two years ago I choked on some pineapple juice while watching Dexter, passed out, died for a bit and woke up two weeks later with a tube in my throat. Aside from a few experiments, I haven’t “spoken” since. Writing, for me, is a passion and a necessity.

I’ll be here for awhile, writing about the various things that pop into my mind, some of which might even be interesting. I mean, I go to goth clubs wearing a shiny black shirt, and I died once. I’m bound to have a good story or two. Right?

Okay, I think that is enough for now, we have plenty of time.