The Unofficial Bio:
Scott Tracey lived on a Greyhound for a month, wrote his illustrated autobiography at the age of six, and barely survived Catholic school (and definitely not for the reasons you might think).
His career highlights include: accidentally tripping a panic alarm and nearly being shot by the police, being attacked in a drive-thru window by a woman wielding a baked potato, and sending the health department after his (very brief) place of employment.
His gifts can be used for good or evil, but rather than picking a side, he strives for BOTH (in alternating capacity) for his own amusement.
I am represented by Ginger Clark of Curtis Brown, Ltd.
Other Randomness:
The best place to learn about me, or stalk me, or basically to experience my brand of crazy for yourself is to find me on Twitter.
Five Facts:
1. I’m left handed.
2. When I was in high school, I wanted to be discovered and move to Hollywood solely so I could be a writer for Buffy.
3. My first newspaper article, which precedes my autobiography by a year or so (obvious, I know, right?) consisted of about six sentences that all started out with, “Mrs. Tracey says.” (That would be my grandmother, btw. All I remember is that she was angry at my Uncle Joe). I thought this was how newspaper reporters wrote stories.
4. I started writing a novel in every year of high school, and never finished any of them. It took another ten years for me to actually sit down and finish a novel.
5. My mother infected me with her own personal brand of OCD. I can’t stand when the DVDs aren’t alphabetized, when the refrigerator isn’t organized to my exact preference, or when the files on my computer aren’t in the proper folders. And yet, I’m a little messy all the rest of the time.
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