Phil does not have any pecs, delts or abs, although he does have a couple of macs. He has held various and shady jobs since he began writing fiction, including bookseller, ad copywriter and triceratops wrangler. He has previously been published in On Spec and a high-school textbook called Foundation of English 12, fulfilling a lifelong dream of being someone else's homework. He is currently working on a science-fiction novel called Do Sheep Dream of Woolly Androids? and a collection of short stories with the working title, Of Short Stories: A Collection.
He lives a stone’s throw from Parliament Hill in Ottawa (assuming you have the strength of ten men and an exceptionally aerodynamic stone). His favourite street name in his neighbourhood is Elvis Lives Lane, which, unlike Phil, actually exists in the real world. If anybody knows the whereabouts of his pecs, delts or abs, please contact him at email@example.com.