Andrew Amster was born in Lexington, Kentucky where he mostly survived a mostly conventional upbringing. He was accepted into a creative writing program as a college freshman. This took less than a single semester to prove ridiculous; he had yet to do anything in his life and so had nothing to write about. Predictably, this lead to his professors calling his poems “didactic” and his short stories “melodramatic horseshit.” They were not wrong.
Since then, Amster has lived a bit. He has been a geologist, a teacher, an occasional poet, and the writer/editor of assorted science educational doodads. He is the father of two, the husband of one, and has eventually seen years do what years do. He likes movies and hates yard work.
He claims to bear no resemblance to science teachers in his books and is unapologetic for any poem that he may have happened to once write about a supercontinent.