This is the story of a handsome, charming loser who thinks he might one day figure out how to make a living off his writing. He does not have a rapidly expanding bald spot, regardless of what you may have heard.
As a child, Scott Colby was a smart cookie, a science fiction nerd, and a voracious reader. School couldn’t have been easier. Tests and in-class assignments were no match for our hero, who soon found himself bored out of his skull. Try as he might, he couldn’t force his drawing abilities to progress beyond half-assed Mega Man 2 characters. There are only so many times you can draw a crooked mess that kind of looks like Air Man before you realize you need to retire from the art world, only to realize a couple decades later that you could’ve become an absolute star if only you’d crapped out a good enough narrative about your “artistic” endeavors. Oh well, live and learn!
Our undeniably handsome hero turned to prose. After quickly exhausting the complex prompts stashed in an envelope at the “writing desk” in his third grade classroom, Colby brilliantly decided it was time to take a crack at longer, more complex work. A series of ten page fantasy epics starring the author and his friends soon followed. The teacher made him read them to the class. He was not pleased.
As Colby grew, his writing progressed. He became well-versed in the fine art of crafting novels while appearing to take notes in class. Although most of these stories have all been lost to the ravages of time, they provided the foundation upon which the young author built his soaring literary tower. That glorious edifice, however, was built with the assistance of many diverse influences. The new and exciting stories he read and watched quickly replaced his school friends as his main sources of inspiration.
Now the second novel in the Deviant Magic series, Shotgun, originally written in Colby’s senior year of high school, was originally the author’s attempt to combine the secret-world-protected-by-shady-forces themes of Men in Black with his beloved Terry Brooks novels (Magic Kingdom for Sale, not Shannara). There have been four or five versions of the story since its original creation, each building upon themselves and whatever the author was reading at the time. The Dune series and its famous spice provided the inspiration for the economy built around the memory-wiping narii dust. Neil Gaiman’s work helped add a darker-but-still-sort-of-fun edge.
Then Colby started reading things outside of his usual science fiction and fantasy and things got really weird. He’d been in a Chuck Palahniuk-induced fog prior to writing what would become the first Deviant Magic novel, which made him want to experiment with exceptionally weird situations in otherwise normal settings. A super strange dive into the works of Chelsea Handler and Babe Walker formed the foundation of Diary of a Fairy Princess.
It’s only going to get worse from there. An extended stint with the young adult genre spawned the forthcoming Stranger Than Fiction, which proves once and for all that happy epilogues are bullshit. Colby wants to give the Deviant Magic universe the Infinite Jest treatment but he’s worried that the amount of beer that would go into such a creation would render him permanently unable to speak. The Ringer‘s article about the return of Saturn which captivated him during a solo barhop has him working on a way to incorporate that particular slice of mythology into the story of an intern working at the demonic Tallisker corporation. His head’s also overflowing with Thomas Pynchon, military science fiction, political tell-alls, and an overwhelming need to try to subvert all the tropes ever.
What’s coming next? Probably some weird bullshit. Buckle up.