Broken Worlds.

I wrote this on October 6th, after watching some of the news reports that all but proclaimed the sky was falling.

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The world broke today.

Little pieces
Falling
Scattered
Falling
Across
Falling
The ground.

I look up, and step over world-shards.

Antarctica crackles under my foot.

Is it whole above, or beneath my feet in pieces?

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In other news, I met some very remarkable people this weekend at the seminar, chief among them Kelly Simmons, Kathye Fesko Petrie, Nancy Viau, and Judy Schachner. They’re not only delightful women, but also talented authors as well, who offered some solid advice to yours truly.

(they also thought I was well-mannered and adorable.)

Additionally, I met an agent who expressed interest in my freelance evil geniuses idea, and wants me to do a treatment of it.

I hadn’t thought the entire plot through yet, much less decided the importance of it relative to my other efforts, but thinking about it more (as well as bringing it up in conversation) makes me realize that it would be an excellent project to plunge headlong into.

So, I’m going to put the novel to rest, once it’s “done” (I say that loosely, because a written work’s never really done; it’s just at a point where you feel more comfortable letting go of it), and putting my creative efforts towards this.

Should be fun.

-Brian

P.S. No, I can’t draw that well. Unfortunately, tracing and stick figures won’t really do this idea justice, so I need to find a real artist.

Love that new blog smell.

Well, to be perfectly honest, you don’t know me in any sense of knowing me; but with a little bit of luck and a lot of hard work, you might one day be at a book signing of mine.

My name’s Brian, and I intend to write. Professionally.

(Yes, I have had my head checked, and unfortunately, it’s quite sound.)

This will, eventually, be folded into a larger home base of operations for me on the Web: a vast, cybernetic empire dwarfing the reaches of Rome, Constantinople, and the Hard Rock Cafe, offering access to old works, new works, exclusive drafts, witty thoughts on the day, and the mother of all inventions, merchandising.

But, for now, it stands as an unwritten page. More unwritten than I would like, but I am, like many others, a man of several hats.

The one I’m wearing right now is my writer cap (which looks oddly like one of these), but the one I wear most is my student’s cap.

(despite what you think about graduate school, everybody goes to class wearing a mortarboard. Honest.)

In the future, I will be doing my best to keep progress updated on the beginnings of my writing career, including:

- the status of works I’ve submitted to contests or magazines, and possibly a rejection / acceptance tally.

- original fiction created by yours truly, non-fiction, poetry, or songs at least once a week

- and, of course, tales and stories of the process itself, from brainstorming, writing groups, and query letters to meetings, negotiations, and, fate willing, book tours.

You’re getting in on the ground floor, Internet. More specifically, the basement.

…No, not the one with the fusebox, the furnace, or the creepy corners that hide horrors unknown. I’m talking about the basement with hidden treasures, like your old action figures or the teddy bear you lost when you were eight. (It’s okay, nobody has to know about that.

Assuming you don’t catch something nasty, I think you’ll like it here.

-Brian