About me? Well, then. On the surface (or IRL for all you old school chat room types), my name is Frank Marsh and I live in Swarthmore, Pennsylvania. I am a father, a homeowner and a working stiff, as well as a writer, an eternal optimist, a hopeful dreamer and an avid sports fan.

I’ve been writing since I was a child and published my first book, ENDWORLD – A NOVEL back in 2013. I started it when I was 19 years young. I am now 43 and about to publish the second book in my Endworld Series called CHILDREN OF ENDWORLD. It’s been a long and winding road to get to this point, and I’m grateful to everyone that supported me then and supports me now.

As for the whole “Madchronicler” thing? Someone once said–back when my brethren and I were all incarcerated in State Pen, Pennsylvania (otherwise known as State College/University Park to the majority of the populous) that something I had written sounded “insane, like something written by a mad chronicler.” The name? It stuck. I’d say that the Madchronicler is my alter ego but that would be me, adding mystery where none exists. In truth? We’re one in the same, he and I, though one fancies himself a storyteller and the other? Well, he fancies himself a pseudo-madman. He’s the guy that does the majority of the writing on this blog.

I should note for anyone new to my subjective reality that I’m not ashamed of who I am or what I have to say. That has always been both a blessing and a curse. As you will see, I write what I feel like writing when I feel like writing it. Hence the title of this blog, “Random Musing of a Pseudo-Madman Version 2.0.” I try like H-E-double hockey sticks to not offend people but if I do? I apologize in advance and appreciate your patronage, even if said patronage is only a one-off stopover.

If you’re intrigued… if you’d like to know more, I invite you to read on. But as you delve deeper in to my psyche, remember the words of Robert Kennedy in 1968. In many ways, they sum up who I am now, and who I want to be one day.

“Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not.”