Rob Tyler has been nipping at the cuffs of short fiction for longer than he cares to admit, an obsession triggered by a science fiction workshop led by Nancy Kress at Writers & Books thirty years ago. Today it helps him maintain his sanity after long days writing marketing content for a software company. When he’s not punching the keyboard,
he can often be found reading, running, canoeing, straightening up his crooked old house in Fairport, or attending to his needy orange tiger, Attica, named after the institution from which she was rescued. His two twentysomething daughters are living proof that it is possible to love your greatest critics.