Update: as of April, 2021, Christine relocated to La Mirada, California, to live with and help care for her mother. It provided the perfect opportunity to take the plunge and try to make it as a full-time writer. Here’s hoping! Buy books! Please! Help her keep her three kitties in the style to which they’ve become accustomed!
Update: as of 2015, Christine relocated to Portland, Oregon. In 2017, she underwent surgery and radiation treatment for maxillary sinus cancer. In 2018, she’s still recovering and undergoing reconstructive procedures to put her face back together.
Welcome to my world of words. I love words. I love language. It’s my Play-Doh; a complete sensory experience, something that can be used to make anything imaginable, limited only by creativity and skill.
And, like one’s words, Play-Doh doesn’t taste so great when one has to eat it … but, I digress. Other and better wordsmiths than myself have expressed it better, genius talents such as the inestimable Stephen Fry.
Language can do great things. The also-inestimable Stephen King says it’s telepathy, and he’s right. Time-traveling, distance-spanning telepathy, no less. It can devastate and inspire, it can express, it is the music of the mind much as music itself is the language of the soul.
Fancy stuff here from a dumpy ol’ gal who mostly writes smut and gore, huh? But, there you have it. That’s me. I love my words, reading them, writing them, playing with them, creating with them. Wordplay, puns, cleverness, all that obnoxious smartassery … yes please.
As for what I do, well, a little bit of damn near everything. I’ve dabbled in several genres. I relish the challenge of themed anthologies, pastiches, mash-ups, and wacky crossovers. I have a lifelong love of mythology, folklore, history and ancient cultures; my stories stretch as far back as caveman days, and I expect I’ll get to dinosaurs eventually.
So, you’ll find Vikings here, and Lovecraftian stories, and superheroes, and zombies, and steampunk. The Trojan War, the Civil War, the First and the Second World Wars have provided me story ideas. I’ve planned family vacations to double as research trips, from Central America to Norway.
In real life, I may be a sedentary wimp who prizes comfort above all else. But, come along and see what my muse gets up to when I let her have her way.
– Christine Morgan, Seattle WA
Christine Morgan grew up in the high deserts of southern California and headed north as soon as she was able, in search of water and trees. She found both in the foggy coastal redwoods, attending Humboldt State University. Five years later, plus a Bachelor of Arts degree (psychology) and minus a thyroid (cancer), she moved further north yet and settled in the Seattle area.
That shiny new degree landed her a night shift entry level job in a residential psychiatric treatment facility. After twenty-odd — very odd! — years, she’s still doing pretty much the same job, just at a different facility, and as of late 2015, in a different city and state.
The long overnights play havoc with her sleep schedule, but they offer her ample time to write on the company clock. So, in a sense, her hourly rate is not too shabby when you think about it.
Her daughter Rebecca (aka Becca and sometimes Bex) sold her own first story at the age of fourteen. She recently graduated from college, having majored in stage management and dramatic writing.
Christine’s current household consists mostly of books and cats. Viewing habits include documentaries (history, travel, nature), cooking shows, disaster movies, and British comedy. Christine has also been known to make weird crafts with her hot glue gun.
Contact Christine via email: firstname.lastname@example.org