Paddy Kelly was born in Ireland in 1971 and narrowly avoided being a farmer. A romantic accident moved him to Sweden where he remains to this day, now a huge fan of standing in line, wind-driven snow and fermented fish. He’s had fiction and non-fiction published in loads of places, from The Irish Times to Analog Science Fiction. Paddy dances Lindy Hop and Belly Dance and has, on several occasions, had his arm all the way inside a cow. You can mail him here (but remove the spaces first):
spongepaddy @ gmail . com
I realised I was a writer when I was given a one-page story to write in school at age eight, and turned in a story six pages long featuring aliens, giant squids and character arcs. My teacher’s confused frown was all the encouragement I needed.
I’ve written (and had published) poetry, articles and short stories, and I have several self-published works on Amazon, with more on the way. I’m a regular visitor to writing festivals, and a founding member of the Stockholm Writers Festival. In terms of genre, I tend towards the weirder end of the spectrum, having grown up on classic science fiction and fantasy game-books, although I’ll give anything a go.
My favourite colour is vacuum and my favourite word is “incandescent.”