Who Is R.G. Michaels?

A while back I created a pen name for publishing some of the young adult novels I have bouncing around my head like bb's in a spray can. I tried treating the persona as a separate entity and it just got too confusing. 

All my fiction works will be published under the name R.G. Michaels and found by there links here and where books are sold online. 

Laterdays.

Rural: 

Let me take away the things you like. The comforts that you find and the joys you keep safe. They fit nicely in boxes, in trucks, and in rooms. Ones that aren't quite you but entirely yours. Take you far into the country where the bus is always on time but never connects with the trains you're used to. Where the neighbourhood is filled with guns but no crime. Where the only murders you hear of are feathered, and the only thing that's stolen is hearts, or the occasional goat. A place where you can't skateboard to save your life, and a place where the snow is most definitely trying to kill you. Along with the bullies at your new high school, your only high school, the only high school. you'll love it, or else. Let me show you family like it's supposed to be, and friends like they're not. Let me show you the tenderness of a twelve-gauge shotgun, and the violence of a kiss. Let me take you from the city you know and put you into the country that will come to know you. That you may find what Rural life is all about. 

My name is Chris Weeks, And these are the Moving Lives.

Urban;

You can go wherever you want, so when you pick a place pick it out of want. Surround it with the things you want, the people, the perks, the idealistic necessities of life. Pick your motivations and your alibis, your confidantes who will betray you, and the strangers whom you'll trust. Pick the people that make you hot with desire and the people who douse those flames and make them the same damn boy just for fun. You will find you can pick a lot of things. But you can't pick whose heart you get. That little trinket only belongs to you when you're given it and it's a gift you can't really give back. It's infectious and fragile yet stubborn and adamant. Once you find it, all the want in the world can't break you away, and you'll find a thing you can't help but hold on to. Even as it's being pulled from your reluctant grip. That's because Wants and Hearts don't match but they do fit together. And you'll find that little fact of uncoordinated life like a crook finds a target in the Urban sprawl. 

My name is Sarah Perrow and these are the Moving Lives.

Mobile:

You don't know a damn thing. Measure the circumference of a life, and cut yourself on its corners and its edges. Mark the square of passion and find out how surrounded you've made yourself. You think for a second you can crunch those numbers, the cost of a tragedy, the over-under on a blessing. Ha! Life's not an equation to solve or a program to run. It's a kind of maiming wild thing that has gorgeous claws and a taste for your ignorance. Let me show you the best-laid plans of mouse wielding men and the ferocious roar of a girl's randomness in action. Show you how justice isn't just blind its just as absent as karma, who's a bitch anyway, shhh, don't tell. Let me show you how to un-think your assumptions and how to find yourself with nothing left figured out.

My name Is Sean Wickham, and these are the Moving lives.