Michael
Harling was born and grew up in rural, upstate New York. He began
writing at an early age, preferring to
pen poems and stories rather than go raccoon hunting with people who
wore John Deere caps and red and black flannel jackets. He got
beat up a lot.
His writing career
was temporarily put on hold when he fell in with a group of Christian fundamentalists
who believed writing was the work of the devil. He had Satan cast
out of him a lot.
After his
inevitable excommunication (something to do with the minister's
daughter) he attempted to make his mark in the world using the only
talent at his disposal; being a smart ass. He didn't date much.
Over
the years, in addition to holding down a 'real' job, Michael wrote for radio, published articles in various
newspapers and magazines--including The Journal of Forensic
Identification and The National Lampoon--while he performed
stand-up comedy and attempted to finish a novel.
One
failed marriage, three children and two train-wreak relationships later,
he found himself in Sussex, England, writing articles on expatriate life
and trying to sell a novel he managed to pen the words "The
End" to.
