We were a few weeks into the tour, and I was sitting on the couch in the bus, the rest of the band scattered in the compartment, my keyboard in my lap with the headphones plugged in. I had sat down intending to work on another pop-song arrangement for Rebecca, Clif and my string trio, which had been met to surprising success for the last couple of ( Read more... )

They're not very good because I can't draw, but if you're interested...

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This is one of those "real life" entries, so if you're just here to see my writing-related stuff, you can skip it ( Read more... )

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I am quite addicted to online fiction. This I do not try to deny. That being said, there are a few things about it that I absolutely HATE. The majority of these are grammar-related ( Read more... )

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So, as it turns out, I can't write comfortably in third person when it comes to long, serious fiction. Hence, I have rewritten what was the first three chapters of my sci-fi work into one part. The events are still generally the same, with a couple of differences, especially in the face that there is more dialogue and considerably better ( Read more... )

Last night, my friend from down (not across) the hall, Roommate, and I made our way north to Austin to go to a book signing and discussion with Patrick Rothfuss, whose newest book, The Wise Man's Fear I gushed over about a month ago.

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I have two friends in real life that regularly read my work. They have names, but I asked, and they'd both rather I didn't share them. Thus, they are Roommate and Friend-From-Across-The-Hall. (I live in a dorm.)
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