M.T. Decker with a giant pallet painted to look like a guitar

Life imitating art: after painting this guitar for a community art project, I ended up getting my own, shiny, red, bass guitar.

I have it on rather good authority that I was indeed born and did not, as some claim, suddenly appear to a fanfare of angelical giggles.  Anything after that it’s all up for grabs.  I am your average computer geek, bass playing historical reenactor which is to say, rather than wishing I was born in another era, I’ve been determined to live in every era and every moment I can, and, having worked on filling up my life with hobbies and crafts and odd skills there was only one thing to do with them: write.

I wrote my first song when I was 5, and I think I’ve managed to hide all traces and recorded versions of it to prevent blackmail attempts from stopping me from writing more (albeit better) songs.  I wrote my first bit of fiction soon after and have been writing ever since.

Being a jack of all trades and master of none, there were only two jobs I qualified for: Software Developer and Writer.  Having never met a decision I didn’t like, I decided to do both.  I develop software to keep my mind sharp (and it’s a great excuse for learning) and to keep bread on the table, I write because… I can’t not write, and it puts the flowers on the table (and the time-matter transducer, and the murder weapon, and the chem set for discovering who the murderer is)

I live in the Eastern Panhandle of West Virginia with my husband and dog where I serve as a Deputy Sheriff’s Reserve and of course, write.  The rest is anybody’s guess.

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