Cory Skerry likes to go on long hikes where he sometimes does dangerous things in the name of adventure. More often, however, he just takes photos of bugs having sex while he ingests nettles, giardia, and other things that he guesses probably won't kill him. Unlike most of his friends, his plan for the zombie apocalypse doesn't require an army surplus store: it involves the Mount Baker-Snoqualmie wilderness and a hatchet. (And his eyeliner.)
When he's not sneaking around in the woods planning future escape routes and man-traps for the undead, he's usually drawing, writing, or recreationally napping in his Cthulhian horror of a house, surrounded by books and pets. In his last house there was also a ghost, which irritates him because even though he writes about them, he doesn't believe in them. So maybe there was no ghost after all.
After getting together because one of them stalked the other, he and his partner have been reading to each other for over ten years, and periodically slamming the books shut to bicker about what's going to happen. They're just as annoying when watching movies--the "pause" button is nearly worn off of the remote control.
He spends a lot of time analyzing fiction. He's a first reader for Tor.com
(slush) and sometimes sneaks around behind the scenes at Shimmer
Magazine. His published fiction was probably vetted at Bellingham
Writers Group or Pride of Liars, the latter of which he's been a part
of since it started (with a different name that he'll take to his grave)
Comics and illustration get their slice of his time pie as well. When he should be sleeping, instead he's the Art Director for Nightmare Magazine. And when he should be taking a shower, he's making a web comic called No Keys or filling PlunderS.E.E.D. orders or other projects.
In 2010, Skerry took time off from his dayjob at an upscale adult boutique to play class clown at Viable Paradise (XIV). There, he gained valuable superpowers when he was bitten by a luminescent jellyfish. In 2012, he attended Clarion West, where he was part of the comic relief in the most pleasant horror movie that's ever been filmed in a sorority house haunted by a flying shark.
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