Bill McCurry

Author of the Death’s Collector novels

Bill McCurry blends action, humor, and vivid characters in his dark fantasy novels. They are largely about the ridiculousness of being human, but with swords because swords are cool. Before being published, he wrote three novels that sucked like black holes, and he suggests that anyone who wants to write novels should write and finish some bad novels first. You learn a lot.

It’s useful for writers to occupy the same “mental landscape” as their readers. Bill’s wife could say a lot about his mental landscape, and she’s unlikely to say it contains youthful optimism. He writes fantasy books aimed at adults, which does not mean that pages are full of sex. He writes about things adults are likely to deal with: love, grief, cynicism, the need for meaning, living in a changing world, courage in the face of loss, etc.

So, we’re talking comedy. 

Bill has spent almost 30 years as a comedy improv actor. He tends to look for what’s funny whenever possible. And just because it’s funny, that doesn’t mean it’s not serious. 

Bill was born in Fort Worth, Texas, where the West begins, the stockyards stink, and the old-money families run everything. He later moved to Dallas, where Democrats can get elected, Tom Landry is still loved, and the fourth leading cause of death is starvation while sitting on LBJ Freeway.

Although Dallas is a city that smells like credit cards and despair, Bill and his wife still live there with their five cats. He maintains that the maximum number of cats should actually be three, because if you have four, then one of them can always get behind you.

Bill and his biggest critic

Bill and his wife

Bill and his wife having good clean fun