Professor Beej

The value of short fiction isn’t something a reader can decide, nor is it something the authors and industry can, either. It’s a system of checks and balances that has been out of whack for a very long time.

No, I’m not asking you to teach my illiterate self how to find meaning in the written word, rather I want to know how you find yourself gobbling up the wordy goodness you love.

NaNoWriMo is one of the few things in life I am truly ambivalent about. I see a lot of positives about the event, but the more I think about it, the less I want to have anything to do with it.

As I’ve been working my way through my summer reading list, I came to the realization that before I die, I want to write write a Star Wars novel. A real, licensed, fully authorized novel set in the Star Wars Expanded Universe.

I don’t remember how I first ran across In Her Name: Empire, but I remember why I downloaded it: Hicks was giving it away free on his blog for nothing more than signing up to his newsletter. I figured “why not?” and bought into his marketing. I’m glad I did.