
Scott M. Roberts sees himself as a demon who feeds off dark butterflies of evil. Roberts is also a man who has done despicable things with a spoon. --Eric James Stone
In addition to my lepidopterous exploits and silverware debauchery, I enjoy writing speculative fiction. My stories have appeared in Writers of the Future XXI, and Orson Scott Card's Intergalactic Medicine Show.
You can find all sorts of nifty stuff here; if you're a writer, too, check out the Resources page for some very helpful websites. If you like light verse, I recommend my Frivel and Schleck page; there you can also find links to all of the material I write for gratis on the web. If you want to know more about me and my views on various things, check out my journal, Thus Sayeth... I keep my borrowed-art comic, Vertizontal, there, too.
Q: Will you do my homework--?
A: No.
Q: What are your inspirations?
A: History and mythology are huge resources; I'm also in love with old maps. There's nothing better than an old map to get the creative juices flowing. Except old photographs. Oooh, and science! Science is a constant supplier of story ideas. Also, fashion magazines, food, religion, small children, adults, and sporting events of all types. I've recently learned that my muse likes to frequent deserted alleyways-- but I think that's the answer to "Where is your inspiration?" not "What is your inspiration..."
Q: How does someone so white-bread get to be so weird?
A: I grew up in Texas.
Q: What's the greatest opening sentence of contemporary American literature?
A: I haven't written it yet. But running a close second is George Orwell's opening to 1984:
"It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen."
Q: What is the question you are actually asked most frequently?
A: "You seem like such a nice boy. Why do you write such dark stories?"
Q: Is it true that if I play Pink Floyd's Obscured By Clouds backwards while reading your collected works that I'll have visions, or is licking the poison arrow frogs a necessary step in the process?
A: The frogs are not necessary.