Hey, hi, how are ya?

Carly Coleman came into existence in the mysterious, corn-infested state of Ohio. Little did she know that prolonged exposure to the cornfields of Ohio could induce hypergraphia and a fixation with monsters. Like the hidden monsters enshrouded in corn husks that only emerge after 1:15 am, Coleman developed a talent for seeing the hidden monsters lurking beneath the flesh husks of mankind. She began writing about these during her elementary education, the obsession worsening in her teen years, as she taught herself to draw and scream loudly. To support herself in this Sisyphean world, she earned her associate’s degree in Visual Communication and Design, graduating summa cum laude, which she was considerably less upset about than when she graduated high school as valedictorian. While working in graphic and web design, she was also called upon to create and edit content due to her proficiency in writing. Seeing as her first love, the English language, is more of a concept than a human being, she instead married a man with a vocabulary and speaking ability that met her austere standards. Modern historians have claimed to have found a steampunk novel revolving around a chemical change that introduces a literal monstrousity to the human form, much like in The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, but Coleman denies any such connection.

Coleman claims no affiliation with the Center for Galactic Anomalies corporation. She claims never to have heard of such a thing, nor does she know anything about a serialized account of the perilous adventures of anyone on Survalis. She said, “Space is dumb. Earth has enough to worry about without adding space into the mix. Save that stuff for later.” Shortly after saying this, she received a call from a restricted number. She departed in a huff, and a CGA-branded business card fell out of her purse, along with seven crumpled Target receipts and two chapsticks. However, she has been spotted in about 37 states in a suspicious-looking van with magnets on the side that featured the CGA logo with the text, “Seen something you can’t explain?” This van has been spotted in a number of suspiciously remote locations, such as the New Mexico desert, the Northern Cascades of Washington, and high up in the Wyoming mountains. The strangeness of the locations suggests possible employment with the CGA, perhaps in trying to catch some of the elusive American cryptids. Investigators are still searching for legal documentation connecting her to the intergalactic corporation, but have only found her registration of Speculation Foundry LTD.

Meet the Team

The Pivotal Members of Speculation Foundry

Aurora “Ro-Ro” Coleman

Proofing & Formatting

Follows her mother everywhere and tries her best to help by laying on notebooks and closing tabs by rubbing her face on the laptop. Actually helps by being a purr factory.

Mako “Big Man” Coleman

Project Management

Is actually a shell-shocked retired police horse that was magically turned into a cat. Has witnessed eternity, but it consumed all of his brain cells. Drools profusely.

Dan Coleman

CFO/Van Driver/Complaint Department

Skilled at both pressing buttons at extreme speeds and dealing with difficult people. Has incredible patience with everything except technology. Hits the keyboard like it owes him money, which it probably does. Hikes in flip-flops.

Gamora “Chicken” Timock-Coleman

Social Media/Pilates Instructor

Brought on the team as part of a second chance employment program. Still the leader of her tortie-only prison gang. Gets away with crime thanks to her anime eyes and highly entertaining tail-chasing.

Keep in touch!

I have a Substack under the pseudo-corp CGA that will comically keep you up to date on my projects. Help a girl out and sign up. I promise I don’t spam.