Madison Hayes
Employed as an engineer, I've worked in an underground mine that
went up—inside a mountain. I’ve swung over the Ohio River in a tiny
cage suspended from a crane in the middle of an electrical storm. I’ve hung
over the Hudson River at midnight in an aluminum boat suspended from a floating
barge at the height of a blizzard, while snowplows on the bridge overhead
rained slush and salt down on my shoulders. You can’t do this sort of work
without developing a sense of humor and a taste for adventure.
A relative newcomer to the publishing industry, I read my first
romance five years ago and decided to try my hand at writing. Both my reading
and writing habits are subject to mood and I usually have several stories going
at once. When I need a really good idea for a story, I clean toilets. Now
there’s an activity that engenders escapism.
I was surveying when I met my husband. He was my ‘rod man’. While
I was trying to get my crosshairs on his stadia rod, he dropped his pants and
mooned me. Next thing I know, I’ve got the backside of paradise in my
viewfinder. So I grabbed the walkie-talkie. “That’s real nice,” I told him,
“but would you please turn around? I’d rather see the other side.”
It was love at first sight.
Email: madison@madison-hayes.com
Website: www.madison-hayes.com
Steampunk
