Garrett Vander Leun

I was made in 1982.

I grew up in the library, checking out huge stacks of thick, stinky books that I had no business reading simply because I liked their company. I found readable refuge in authors like Bruce Coville and RL Stine, moving later towards authors like Cormac McCarthy, Larry McMurty and my all-time favorite, Michael Chabon’s “Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay.”

The smell of old comic books is my catnip and James Robinson’s STARMAN is my all-timer.

I am a graduate of Second City Los Angeles and I got myself a Film and TV Writing Certificate at UCLA. Everything I write is grounded in truths I have known, though they often take place a step or two sideways, in a place where something fantastical or magical looms around the edges. Much of what I write is character-driven and plagued by crime or violence, though every story I put to page is inevitably driven by my optimistic march towards diversity, strength and hope.

Creative work is often driven by pain. It may be that if you don’t have something in the back of your head driving you nuts, you may not do anything. It’s not a good arrangement. If I were God, I wouldn’t have done it that way.

— Cormac McCarthy