Will Hatchell can’t think of a good idea for this blurb (his espoused trait this year is writer’s block, so he has to jam it in somehow in every-thing he says). He lives in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, as most people on the staff of the Cedar Rapids Washington Surveyor school newspaper likely do, with his two parents, one cat, deep-seated personified anxiety, his treasured Nintendo Switch, and multiple mystical feelings that occasionally hit him in the face. He used to see ghosts of his dead cat while walking home from school (which is something he now has to put in every About the Author he ever writes because he decided so), and when he was in third grade thought that being a mentor for superheroes was a viable career and secret aspiration. Otherwise, he is rather deeply a normal and fairly generic child by most visible metrics. He enjoys speaking in the third person because, in fact, he is a sentient author’s bio whose consciousness was uploaded into a fabricated human form in order to collect information to feed itself before retreating back into the darkness and preparing for the Anglo/Saxon-Biogro War of 2028. He enjoys writing when he isn’t deeply scared of it and wants to go into it as a career.