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MIKE MCHONE.COM

Officially the unofficial website of Mike McHone!

Bio(hazard)graphy

Since you're here, you've probably read one of Mike's stories... or saw his picture up at the post office. Keep reading if you're curious. Or don't. It's up to you.

Mike McHone is an American writer, former journalist, kinda/sorta part-time musician, and somewhat funny former comedian. Impressed yet?
 

He was born in Monroe, Michigan, just south of Detroit. He is an only child because perfection has no competition.

His parents were avid readers, which was odd because both of them were illiterate. Elmore Leonard and Kinky Friedman were among his father’s favorites, while Edgar Allan Poe and Joyce Carol Oates were his mother’s. He has cited these writers as influences along with Gregory Mcdonald, Harlan Ellison, Flannery O’Connor, John Steinbeck, and whoever it was that wrote the Uncle John's Bathroom Reader books.
 

Writing Career (or a Reasonable Facsimile Thereof)

After graduating high school, McHone moved around over the next eight years and held jobs in factories, retail stores, security, and sales. When he wasn't employed (which was often), he kept busy by being lazy, drunk, and playing guitar and bass in bands throughout the Detroit and Toledo areas. He once auditioned for the lead guitarist position for the heavy metal band Anthrax. He didn't get the gig, which is obvious because he turned to writing as a vocation. Lucky him.

In early 2002, McHone began freelancing for various papers throughout the southeastern Michigan, northwest Ohio, and northeast Indiana. Around this time, he tried his hand at short story writing in the genres of speculative fiction, sci fi, and weird fiction, and by 2013 his work had appeared in The AV Club, Neo-Opsis Science Fiction Magazine, The Detroit News, The Toledo Blade, Hustler, and Playboy. (And just for clarification, he submitted jokes to Hustler and Playboy, not photos, so don't get excited.)

In 2014, after growing frustrated with seeing very few of his stories published and learning to hate the field of journalism McHone walked away from writing for four years. However, in 2018, after picking up his first copy of Ellery Queen, he decided to switch gears and write crime fiction. Within six months, he wrote "K. O'Connor," "From Green to Red," "More Than Enough," "Burn," and "A Drive-by on Chalmers Road?," the first five stories in a series dubbed The Midport Mysteries. Amazingly, all of these stories found homes in the pages of Mystery Weekly, Ellery Queen, Mystery Tribune, and Sherlock Holmes Mystery Magazine. Since that time, his work has found a home in Guilty: Crime Story Magazine, Shotgun Honey, Punk Noir, and is forthcoming in Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine

F.A.Q. (Friggin' Annoying Questions)

Question: So, how do you pronounce your last name?

Answer: McHone. As in “Mick”-“Hone.” Not MaHone, MaHome, Mahoney, or Michonne. 
 

What do you like to write?

Words mostly, sometimes numbers.


 

Hey! Do you want to read this new novel, short story, novella, poem, or grocery list I’m working on?

Hey! No.


 

Dude, why not?

Dude, because I’m:

a.) too busy working on my own stuff

b.) reading something else that’s already been published

c.) not interested because it might suck

d.) not interested because it might be a work of genius and I’d get jealous

e.) both a and c

f.) both b and d

g.) both q and x


Bro, did you know you’re kind of a dick?

Bro, yes.

What do you like to do in your spare time?

I like to go ice fishing in the summer, and I like collecting and refurbishing two and four-wheeled unicycles. Also, every Halloween I love dressing up as Santa Claus and passing out Easter candy to the kids. Confuses the hell out of them.


Aside from your stuff, do you have any stories/novels/writers you would recommend reading?

Yes. Good ones. Other than that, check out Robert B. Parker, Leo Rosten, Cormac McCarthy, Elmore Leonard, Kinky Friendman, Joyce Carol Oates, Ray Bradbury, Harlan Ellison, and Steinbeck.    


 

Can I have your personal address so I can send you a letter or package?

Ha! Funny!


 

No, seriously.

 

Are you stupid?


 

If you were stranded on a desert island, what wo-

Stop. Just… stop.