madison hayes
bio
Employed as an engineer, I’ve worked in an
underground mine that went up—inside a mountain.
I've swung over the Ohio River in a tiny cage
suspended from a crane in the middle of an electrical
storm. I’ve hung over the Hudson River at midnight in
an aluminum boat suspended from a floating barge at
the height of a blizzard, while snowplows on the
bridge overhead rained slush and salt down on my
shoulders. You can’t do this sort of work without
developing a sense of humor, and a taste for
adventure.
Relatively new to the publishing industry, both my
reading and writing habits are subject to mood and I
usually have several stories going at once. When I
need a really good idea for a story, I clean toilets.
Now there’s an activity that engenders escapism.
I was surveying when I met my husband. He was my
‘rod man’. While I was trying to get my crosshairs on
his stadia rod, he dropped his pants and mooned me.
Next thing I know, I’ve got the backside of paradise in
my viewfinder. So I grabbed the walkie-talkie. “That’s
real nice,” I told him, “but would you please turn
around? I’d rather see the other side.”
…it was love at first sight.
underground mine that went up—inside a mountain.
I've swung over the Ohio River in a tiny cage
suspended from a crane in the middle of an electrical
storm. I’ve hung over the Hudson River at midnight in
an aluminum boat suspended from a floating barge at
the height of a blizzard, while snowplows on the
bridge overhead rained slush and salt down on my
shoulders. You can’t do this sort of work without
developing a sense of humor, and a taste for
adventure.
Relatively new to the publishing industry, both my
reading and writing habits are subject to mood and I
usually have several stories going at once. When I
need a really good idea for a story, I clean toilets.
Now there’s an activity that engenders escapism.
I was surveying when I met my husband. He was my
‘rod man’. While I was trying to get my crosshairs on
his stadia rod, he dropped his pants and mooned me.
Next thing I know, I’ve got the backside of paradise in
my viewfinder. So I grabbed the walkie-talkie. “That’s
real nice,” I told him, “but would you please turn
around? I’d rather see the other side.”
…it was love at first sight.
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