Idris Ostrovsky was born in the foggy Pacific Northwest, the happy-chappy child of Ukrainian immigrants. A lifelong introvert, he enjoyed a blessed upbringing in Sequim, Washington, a sleepy town known for its obituaries and cloud formations.
Raised on a diet of solitude, science-fiction, and heavy-metal, Idris spent his early life chasing ladybugs and imaginary monsters. After attaining bipedalism at age 3, he swore off all further physical and intellectual development, considering them a distraction from daydreaming.
When his prolific imaginings quickly exceeded the capacity of his memory, Idris discovered his passion for artistic expression, offloading his excess daydreams onto raw tapestries of Crayola. In grade school, he graduated from vandalizing the margins of textbooks with stick-figures, to spewing out hundreds of pages of self-indulgence he tries to pawn off as “writing”.
In his late-teens, Idris was drafted to Seattle, where he feverishly developed his passion for writing, and actively avoided every experience that might have made him a more well-rounded person. After stockpiling sufficient resources for a heist, he stole a diploma from the University of Washington, and absconded back to his hometown. There, he recently finished writing, editing, and publishing his first full-length novel, Fat Dreams.
Idris lives alone in Sequim, Washington, where he smokes heavily and continues to “write”.