Lee Battersby

Half Man, Half Writer!

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Welcome to the official site of Australian speculative fiction writer Lee Battersby.

That'd be me.


I'm the author of The Corpse-Rat King, (Angry Robot Books2012) and its sequel Marching Dead, coming out in April 2013. 


I've also sold over seventy short stories in Australia, Europe and the US, as well as poetry, reviews, and interviews. I've won the Aurealis Award, Australian Shadows Award (twice), and Australian SF ‘Ditmar’ Award and was the first Western Australian winner in the international Writers of the Future competition. A collection of my work, entitled Through Soft Air, was published by Prime Books.

 

I also once represented my primary school at the state finals in triple jump, but only came sixth.

 

As a teacher of writing I've tutored at the prestigious Clarion South boot camp for writers, conducted workshops for the Queensland Writers Centre, Katharine Susannah Prichard Writers Centre and the Fellowship of Australian Writers (WA), and mentored aspiring writers for the Australian Horror Writers Association. I spent most of 2011 creating and tutoring an online SF writing course for the Australian Writers Marketplace.

 

I've acted as submissions editor for Ticonderoga Online and edited issue 4 of Midnight Echo magazine. I'm also a keen cartoonist and have sold several to various magazines such as X-Press as well as creating a stream of mini-comics and comic strips spread out over the years like illegitimate children. I'm a judge for the 2010 Aurealis Award for best Graphic/Illustrated Novel, and have judged the KSP Science Fiction Contest on multiple occasions.

 

I lives with my wife and family in Mandurah, a small slice of seaside perfection approximately 80 kilometres south of Perth, the capital city of Western Australia, where my immediate neighbours include multiple ducks and pelicans, and a mob of kangaroos who interrupt local traffic in the coolest possible way. I am a ridiculously passionate fan of Nottingham Forest Football Club, which means you can teach me nothing about the meaning of pain, and I'm far more fond of Daleks, Lego and dinosaurs than a man of my age has any right to be.

 

One day the world will be invaded by dinosaurs in Lego dalek armour and I'll die a happy man. Probably quite quickly.