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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—30 foot in the air—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
sense of adventure.
New to publishing, 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—30 foot in the air—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
sense of adventure.
New to publishing, 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.