Steven G. Johnson
Steven G. Johnson once read every comic book published in America for several years. There was some kind of paycheck involved, but he would have done it for free. When his employer found out he’d do it for free, Steve had to find another job.
He answered letters for the President for a while, butchered pineapple in one of the few stand-up grocery comedy jobs available, cut the tops off barrels of toxic waste, and covered crime and the courts for a local newspaper.
Now he teaches school, which also involves improbable things happening on a daily basis.
Steve learned to read from Superman and Batman; kindergarten was kind of a step back, and they didn’t have helpful science tips the way the Flash did. He tries to make his classroom more like his own formative experiences, but draws the line at wearing a cape. Well, maybe a small one.
A book-a-day reader from way back, he started writing in high school and has been honing his craft for quite a while now. His tastes lean toward the fantastic, be it science fiction, fantasy, superheroes, or magical-realist-World-War-Two adventure, which is a genre few others work in so far. Just him and Poul Anderson, and maybe Harry Turtledove. It’s roomy in here … join us, won’t you?