Creating Artwork to Enhance

T oday was one of my more enjoyable 24 hour cycles. A great deal of writing from the heart, topped off with drawing from the heart. Mix in a little chick-flick with my wife snuggled up next to me and it was one heck of a day. The book is being reviewed right now and while the next edit continues, I like to read through an eBook version and pick out sections to enhance with artwork. Now, I say enhance because I don’t like books with art that draw you from the story. I prefer small sketches that help a reader...

You have to eat when you’re starving…

S o I’m sick, in bed, hacking my lungs out for the past few days. The whole family is ill and we have babies wandering in in the middle of the night, burning with fevers, crawling into bed with us. No rest, no breaks…and I’m still trying to write. No matter what I tried, it just wouldn’t work. Words were coming out, but it was garbage. I wasn’t able to focus. At first I thought it was the illness, but it was something simpler. My brain was empty. I know, people say that to me all...

One Author, Three Brains.

I thought being an author would be…different. Not that I’m complaining…much, but it’s harder than I thought it would be. More involved and in my haste, I realized I was just like the people that annoy the living crap out of me right now. The one’s who assume that throwing some words on a page is called writing. Uh, no. Believe it or not, writing is not only a job–it’s a difficult one. At least if you want to be good at it and make money at it (so I’m told, anyway)....

How Do You GET A Job Like Mine?

A m I insane? No question about it. You’d have to be, to accept the pathetic wages for the kind of life I lead. Tromping around the globe, risking my skin for the sake of information that few people are unlikely to read. Then why do it? It’s bloomin fun, that’s why. Nothing gets your heart pounding faster than running from a group of semi-intelligent creatures, who want to catch you for the express purpose of sucking your eyes from your skull, …then using your tongue for a soup base. Yeah, that’ll...

Gnomes Are, Because Vallen Were…

I ’ve never fully revealed why I have such an obsession with the Vallen race. Part of that has been for my own protection, knowing full well those professionals around me would hinder my progress if my beliefs were discovered. Another reason was my credibility. It was reasonable to believe that should I release this information in full, before I had achieved a certain degree of credibility, the work I had labored to collect, prove, correlate and present would be cast aside. In effect, I would have wasted a life...

Dirty, Filthy Vallen…I wash my hands of you.

It’s been years since I started this project and I’m glad it’s finally coming to an end. Certainly there’s more to learn–there always will be, but that’s for younger eyes and quicker feet. This old Gnome is close to retirement and I want what’s left of my fingers to hold a warm pint of ale at the end of the day. For twenty years I studied the Vallen and believe I have gathered enough documentation to satisfy the Fishis Archive Foundation upon the subject. I lost my left...

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