Tim Pratt's Bio

Tim Pratt's Bio

(Updated May 19, 2008)

Tim Pratt lives in Oakland, California, with his wife, Heather Shaw and their son River. His fiction and poetry have appeared in The Best American Short Stories: 2005, The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror, Strange Horizons, Realms of Fantasy, Asimov's, Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet, and Year's Best Fantasy, among many others (for complete details, see his bibliography).

His first novel, The Strange Adventures of Rangergirl, was published by Bantam Spectra in late 2005. It was nominated for the Mythopoeic Award, and won a Romantic Times Critic's Choice Award for best Modern Fantasy.

His first collection Little Gods was published by Prime Books in November of 2003. His second collection, Hart & Boot & Other Stories, appeared in January 2007.

In October 2007 he began publishing a series of urban fantasies featuring ass-kicking sorcerer Marla Mason. The first was Blood Engines, followed by Poison Sleep (April 2008), Dead Reign (November 2008), and Spell Games (April 2009). Visit MarlaMason.net for details.

Some of his poems have been collected in If There Were Wolves, including "Soul Searching," winner of the 2005 Rhysling Award for best long poem.

He also creates chapbooks, some of which are available for purchase at www.tropismpress.com, and co-edits a 'zine with Heather Shaw, Flytrap, which fulfills his occasional urge to read slush and his more frequent desire to do layout.

By day he works as senior editor at Locus magazine, where, among other things, he write the obituaries.

His short fiction has won the Hugo Award (for "Impossible Dreams" in 2007), has been nominated for the Nebula Award (for "Little Gods" in 2003), and in 2004 he was a finalist for the Campbell Award for Best New Writer.


"In the field of fantastic literature, there's an exciting group of new young writers poised to take us into fascinating new directions. Tim Pratt is among the best of them. His stories have moved me, enchanted me, frightened me....and always leave me wanting more." --Terri Windling


And now, for archival purposes, my bio from several years ago, as written by my long-time friend Scott Seagroves.

Bio by Scott Seagroves, December 2000

I remember not being sure if I was hallucinating, or dreaming, or wide awake inside a David Lynch film. There were ... shall we say ... "mitigating circumstances" that caused the reality of our experiences to come into question. But whatever the ontological status of these stimuli, it certainly appeared that Tim was pumping his SuperSoaker full of air. My God, if he didn't stop soon the damn thing would pop like bubble-wrap under cleats ... and just then he pointed the gun at me. He pulled the trigger --- cold, compressed, stale air shot in my eyes. I wish you could've heard him as he cackled and squeaked, "Yeah --- you don't like that, do you? That's REAL!!!!!!"

Tim Pratt was born on 12 December 1976. His mother cooperated with the prosecution during that whole scandal a while back (you know the one) and so is now Cindy Anderson. In time for Tim's formative elementary school years, he and his mother settled near Dudley, NC, where she married Wayne. Soon Tim had a brother, "little" Wayne, and a sister, Jodi.

Tim excelled in elementary school (what the hell did we do in elementary school, anyway, and what does it mean to "excel" at it?). This got him labeled "gifted" --- which kids take as an adult word for "weird" --- and started him on the fast-track through the meager accelerated programs in the public schools of Wayne County.

We'd known each other since Brogden Primary School, and eventually became very close around age 13. We escaped the morass that was Brogden Junior High, and entered Southern Wayne High School. While the violence there had potentially more devastating consequences, the environment certainly felt less suffocating. Sometime around this transition, it seems that people finally noticed that smart guys weren't necessarily freaks. So, quickly Tim became the kind of guy who made good grades, had a hot girlfriend, and hung out with a sizeable cadre of friends.

He graduated among the top in his class, fairly certain that writing was to be some part of his future. He moved on to study English at Appalachian State University in Boone, NC.

The stories had, of course, already begun. He had written them in his spare time, or with only a vague notion that what he was doing could legitimately compete with more explicit obligations. But early in his college career he made a conscious commitment to writing as vocation, not avocation. He attended a writing workshop in DC with Orson Scott Card; this intense experience set the stage for serious study of the craft. By the time he graduated (BA, English, 1999) he'd rubbed elbows with several authors of great repute. He paid attention to the business, to the network, to the practical concerns of his future career of choice. After graduating, he attended the prestigious Clarion writers' workshop.

In college Tim had paid the bills as an assistant in the Dean's office. After getting his degree, he worked for a while at an antique store. Then he worked in the marketing department at the corporate headquarters of a large hardware-store chain; although he was very good at this, I don't think he liked advertising very much.

By this time, I'd moved to Santa Cruz, CA, to go to graduate school. Tim felt a bit of wanderlust, and didn't much care where he went. He just needed to fuel the writer with new experiences. So what the hell, if I'm already out here, why not? In the summer of 2000, Tim moved to Santa Cruz. He took a job doing office work and technical writing with a small local firm.

His record is improving. He no longer submits to the webzines that don't pay for stories --- lately he's had increasing success with the pro markets. He's serious about this, folks.

But, despite his commitment to his work, you can still run into us drinking coffee at Pergolesi, or catching a matinee, or thumbing through the used books at Logos, or flirting with the wait staff at, well, just about any Santa Cruz establishment. We have to flirt a lot, to dispel the notion that we're a couple.

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