Why read my books?
I have had many jobs that have contributed to an interesting writing style: gravedigger, male nanny, projectionist, banquet waiter, cheese monger, loan processor, and finally an undistinguished Naval career.
In almost all of those jobs I carried around a paperback. Work was merely a way to pay for my addiction: words. There were moments I threw books across the room in fits of anger, cried, laughed, and was disappointed. I still have books by authors that made me angry.
It was in this disappointment that I started writing. Sometimes I would rewrite the book I hated, sometimes I would rewrite the book I loved to see if it would be as good with a character change. I am not so presumptuous to say that I was better than these writers. I was trying to find my own voice.
I write the books that I would like to read. No cheats. No arbitrary character changes to serve the story. No Deus Ex Machina. I can watch a magician perform a trick, but not when I see their hand. I hope you don’t see mine.
-Submitted by Zoner Judas
