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(The third person perspective seems to be the most popular 'About Me' form of writing for established and semi-established authors. So, I've decided to give it a go, and we'll see how it works out. Here goes.)
Matthew A. Burkett is an aspiring author of fantasy genre novels, and short stories spanning from humor to drama.
(I hate writing about myself like I'm not me. But it's working fairly well for the introductory sentence, so lets take this a little further, what'd'ya say?)
Burkett (well, that doesn't sound right, does it? Hang on.) Matthew is currently working on his novel The Gluttonous, a sci-fi/fantasy book about a supernatural investigator named Ansel Clemmings. (More details on The Gluttonous are available under Matthew's Project list.) The Gluttonous is the first book in the future series titled, Series of Sin. He has completed writing the book and will be starting submission of the manuscript mid April of 2008.
Matthew has already submitted several of his short stories for publication by literary journals, and has had a reply from only one publisher. (It was AGNI, and they rejected me, the cocky bastards.)
Matthe w currently interns for a start-up magazine in Atlanta as a content editor, and enjoys it it thoroughly. (Albeit the pay sucks, mostly because there is an entire absense of pay. But it looks good on a resume'.)
Matthew is now in production for cover art for his novel, and is in the process of launching a website dedicated to the entire seven book series, "Series of Sin." (More information available as it developes.)
(Well that was rather depressing, wasn't it? I know you're supposed to talk yourself up and make everything seem like a huge accomplishment, but I prefer to be honest. I'm just like the majority of everyone else, struggling to make it. We can't give up hope, and we can't forget our dreams.)
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JEMoore -
I'm a moderator, but it wasn't me!
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JEMoore -
I guess that was a quick rundown. I left you a message on the forum. But yeah, I do the same thing, vague references to landmarks in cities. Glad you're doing well, I'm crossing my fingers for you too.
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burkett_matt -
Oh, I already posted a reply to everyone's comments on that thread. Haha. Thought you would have read it by now, Jackie. Jeeze!
I originally posted it under the writers community. But someone up and moved it to the main forum - and without so much as asking me if it was okay. So I was pretty upset about that.
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JEMoore -
Hey, Matt, so what have you been up to? I'm having Nothing's How It Seems edited for submission. We'll see how that goes. TTYL!
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burkett_matt -
Oh, you know. Sitting around and crossing my fingers over Random House. Trying to plug away on book two. Atlanta is a very familiar city to me, though, and I don't want to go into far more detail with it than I did for Cleveland. It's hard, because I know a lot of the history and layout, and in my first book I was very general with landmarks and directions - even though I have a general knowledge of the Cleveland since it is my home town.
I've been drafting a re-working of Downward Fallen - a stand-alone novel that was my first work in progress. I might do a quick tie-in of it to the last book in the Ansel series. I'm not sure yet. Kind of like 'Upstairs' playing a game of chess with multiple characters against the guys 'Down Below.' I thought it might be fun.
I also have a fiction story in the works. Very different style for me, and if I go for broke and submit it, I'll have to use a surname.
Anyhoo. That's it, really.
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Re-living -
Give me the info I need and an hour, I'll have it ready for yah...
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burkett_matt -
Thank you for your feedback. I guess a lot of guys don't express these feelings? I'm not someone who walks around with their emotions on their sleeve, but it doesn't make it any less real. People get hurt, ya know?
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Neeneepres297 -
How are you? I am fine! I have not talked to you in a good while and I have a god mind to let you read my stories and blog. Did you miss me?
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JEMoore -
Hey, Matt, haven't heard from you in a while and was just checking up on you. Hope everything is going okay. I'm finally glad school is back in session. I'm working on another novel called One Man's Secrets. Greg thinks it's funny that they hid my projects, he thinks I'll stay focused, HA! Not this scatterbrain. Anyway, take care, ttyl.
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Why Men Really Aren't Lying (Sometimes)
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Why Men Really Aren’t Lying (Sometimes)
“I really don’t understand how you couldn’t care about the way this country is run,” she said through a flustered breath.
He sighed heavily, repressing a laugh. When it came to politics, he and his wife didn’t see eye to eye. “It isn’t that I don’t care, hon. I just don’t trust the people I have to vote for.”
“HA!” she spat, a bit of triumph barely shaded behind her eyes. “That’s the kind of excuse you’d use to cover the fact that you don’t care!”
“Not that it matters how I answered you. You’d think I don’t care no matter how I try to explain it.” He leaned heavily in the car seat with his elbow on the console.
“Fair enough,” she agreed. “But it isn’t a matter of trust. You don’t trust anyone but yourself.”
He let her have that; it was true. He rolled his eyes, careful not to let her catch him in the act.
The fuel light illuminated the dashboard, daring him not to refill the tank, just to see what happened. Of course, he already knew what would happen. Everyone does. Tapping his thumb idly on the steering wheel, he began searching for signs on the shoulder of the road promising a fueling station within the reach of not breaking down distance.
Being broke down on the side of the road wasn’t on the top of the list for places he wanted to be with his wife. He could already hear her in the back of his head.
“I can’t believe you didn’t pull over for gas before you reached a quarter of a tank. I’ve told you at least a million times.”
Or.
“There must be something you overlooked. Did you try…?” Of course you could insert any ending to that phrase and feel safe betting money she didn’t have a clue what she was talking about.
And his favorite.
“I married an idiot. I knew I should have stayed with…” in put random name.
She didn’t mean it, naturally. Everyone says harsh things when stress gets the better of them. He loved her, and he knew she loved him; that was always enough.
A sign advertising a service station at the next exit floated past the passenger window. He signaled to merge and exited onto the ramp.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
As if in response the fuel light came on again accompanied by a chime that said, “Hey, no playing around. You need gas.”
“You let it get past a quarter tank again, d...More >>
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