Dream-Physicist

William Andy Hainline currently lives in New Albany, Indiana with a big old lazy tomcat named Kitty-Boy, where in his spare time he practices being a supervillain and an English major at Indiana University Southeast. He is constantly coming up with new and exciting ways to butcher the English language, but his favorite way to do so is by writing novel-length fiction. He enjoys science-fiction, fantasy, horror, philosophy and science books, and is a sucker for grand, romantic musicals, stories with happy endings, and machines that make whirring noises and that feature lots of gears and flashing lights. When he isn’t plotting to take over the world, he spends most of his free time reading, writing, hanging out with his friends, tinkering with his Mac—which is totally not a euphemism for something else—and doing 3D graphic design as a hobby. Some of his favorite toys include Adobe Photoshop, Adobe After Effects, iTunes, Autodesk Maya, Apple’s Final Cut Pro X and Motion 5, Aeon Timeline, and of course, the best damn writing software currently on the planet, Scrivener, by Literature and Latte. He is a big fan of Babylon 5, Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, Fringe, all the various Star Trek series, the Star Wars universe, Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series, Stephen King’s Dark Tower novels, and of course, a huge fanboy for Doctor Who. He likes to listen to ’80’s music and EuroMetal—such as Xandria, Avantasia, Nightwish, Rhapsody, and Within Temptation, as well as film scores and soundtracks—and his favorite composers are the legendary Jim Steinman and Danny Elfman. He is active on Facebook, where he goes by the handle of “subgeniuszero,” and on Twitter, where he goes by the handle of @wahainline. He thanks you from the bottom of his deranged little heart for reading his novel, The Reality Engineers And The Psychotronic Fandom Defense Force Factor. If you liked it and had fun with it, and you’d like to tell the author how much you love his fantastical storytelling skills—or, if you’d like to scold him and tell him just how much you do not appreciate his wasting your time with such frivolous nonsense—then Mr. Hainline implores you to please leave a short review of the book on Amazon.com . . . so that his ego might bask in the warmth of your kind words for just a few moments before it crawls back into the tortoise shell made of his various neuroses and insecurities. Word of mouth is an author’s best friend, after all, and besides, we find that the more that people yammer on about his work, the more docile and subdued Mr. Hainline becomes . . . which makes it far easier on the hospital staff whenever they have to talk him down from the ceiling fan in order to administer his daily shock-therapy treatments . . . which also require the use of electric eels and jumper cables. (Don’t ask. You’re better off not knowing.)