J.M. Bradley

J.M. Bradley founded a Silicon Valley startup, sold it, and was promptly fired by the acquirer—an outcome he considers a mark of their intelligence. He mostly hated the startup thing, on account of chewing glass being bad and very not recommended. He thought writing might be more fun. When not staring at a screen hoping words will come out of the dark place, he builds mediocre furniture, flies small airplanes, carves unusable spoons, gets mad at TV shows, runs at a glacial pace, and invests in people trying to make the world better.