Jonny Nexus is an English fantasy/SF humour writer who’s long been of the opinion that authors who present biographies written in the third person risk looking pretentious if their current level of career success suggests that their biographies were in fact written by themselves, rather than by one of their “people”. Jonny does not have people – saving his wonderful wife, who’d probably not take kindly to being described as one of “his people”1 – and has in fact created this entire website himself (with the help of all the very cool people who created WordPress, of course) .

So perhaps he’d better stop talking in the third person.

Let’s start again.

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Hi!

My name’s Jonny Nexus, and this is my website. This is the point at which convention decrees that I declare that I’m a writer who lives in Brighton with my wife and our dog, except that to do so would be inaccurate in at least two ways: I’m actually a computer programmer who does some writing on the side; and we don’t yet have a dog. I do however live in Brighton.

I’m probably best known for two things: for being the editor and lead writer of the cult roleplaying humour webzine Critical Miss; and for writing the ENnie nominated fantasy humour novel, Game Night. In between those two, I wrote roleplaying humour columns for the quarterly magazine Valkyrie, and the monthly magazine Signs & Portents, and wrote the humour parody Slayers Guide to Games Masters for leading UK roleplaying publisher, Mongoose Publishing. And last year, I read a short story I’d written, the Ghost Writer, at the Tales of the Decongested short story event at London’s Foyles bookshop.

I’m currently working on my second novel, which is code-named the Sleeping Dragon.

Yours,

Jonny

1This is of course a stock phrase that shouldn’t be taken as implying anything about my wife, in much the same was as if a person were to say, “My wife / husband / partner / significant other / parents / children / lodger wouldn’t take kindly to me parking a manure-encrusted tractor in the living room,” it wouldn’t imply anything about the wife/husband/partner/significant other/parents/children/lodger save, perhaps, that they were normal. (i.e. Not the sort of freak who wouldn’t have a problem with parking a manure-encrusted tractor in the living room).