Wanted: Literary Agent
Okay, well, not really…about as much published as I am here. But it’s out on a big-timey website!
Of course, what I contributed became an edited chunk of the article, but hey! Rock, rock on!
Snarky comment! Serious rejoinder. Cynical summary.
So you know how your mind wanders around and around when you have absolutely nothing to do – like, say, you’re sitting on a jumpseat in the back of a Blackhawk, flitting around the night sky of Northern Iraq and just watching the little islands of light skim by below you. Well, my mind was apparently flitting along with it, and it flitted back to my occasional attempts at writing. Do I really have what it takes to write something serious, something possibly salable, or that people would at least enjoy? It’s really about finding the time, and having the motivation to get something down on paper – or digits in this case. The former I seem to have plenty of these days, the latter may take a little work. It’s not as if there’s a lack of inspiration out there. Neal Stephenson, William Gibson, Bruce Sterling, David Eddings, Cory Doctorow, all have really gotten my gears going in one form or another.
Just an extremely strange (and kinda funny) reminder on how it's good to be the king: At about 2015 (10:15 AM MST, I think...) who should come over the Command net (radio, that is...) but the Commander - and what urgent message, what vital orders, what timely bit of information is he going to put out to his loyal troopers?