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FOLLOW MY BLOG FOR TIPS AND ADVICE ON HOW TO GET PUBLISHED. THERE WILL BE LOTS OF LINKS TO TOOLS AND VENUES AND EVENTS THAT YOU CAN USE TO FURTHER YOUR ASPIRATIONS. PRETTY NEAT, HUH?
(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.)
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snuffyny -
on blog: from: a writer - to: a w...
Do you consider yourself to be a professional writer?
I ask because upon reading your first paragraph here, I know that my old writing coach at university would tear it up.
I've re-edited it the way I was taught to do. (Never fall in love with a word or sentence while editing.)
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"Today, I am going to offer advice on helping your manuscript be the best it can be. Here, I will try to explain the importance of becoming familiar with those authors who write in a style similar to your own. It's important to recognize what it is they do that inspires you."
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Not being snarky here... just trying to be helpful. Needless to say that if I found the writing to be less than good... a professional editor would shit-can it from the start.
-Joe
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fate1010203 -
Hello! Long time no talk! What have you been up to?
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_OMEGA_KNIGHT_ -
You are one of us, now. Infinitely elite Editors of Destiny. Archetypes of Eternity. We were there at the end of the last cosmos, and we will be there at the Last.
Don't let the fact that none of us will survive the final battle frighten you. You knew the job was dangerous when you took it. Mortality is part of our charter.
You are forgiven your differences. Shibboleth Et Cetera.
Carpe Aeon!
*A*A*A*
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JEMoore -
I know you and Dustin are such teases, lol.
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burkett_matt -
The usual amount. Maybe a chapter here or there.
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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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burkett_matt's Featured Art
A Day Like Any Other
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A Day Like Any Other
It was a typical day for him.
Okay, it wasn’t a typical day. But it was typical in the sense that a day is typical for anyone, really. Everything was wrong.
He had forgotten to clean the lint out of the trap in the dryer; his clothes were now thoroughly wet, and more than just a little wrinkled. He hit the snooze button one times too many, and so was forced to take a hurried shower and brush his teeth while dressing in the moist clothing. Needless to say, he shaved in the car on the way to work.
The drive to work on any day that he didn’t have to be at work was fifteen minutes. On days that he had to be there, it elongated to an hour long drive, followed by a round of chicken in the parking lot to get the good spaces. A healthy dose of road rage in the morning seemed to nullify the mood for the rest of the day, making life nearly tolerable. Nearly.
Upon reaching his desk, his supervisor poked her bird faced head into his cramped cubicle. It seemed to take her beak nose five minutes to enter before the rest of her face followed suit.
“Late again, are we?”
Looking at the clock that loomed over the sea of felt lined cubes like the men who beat the drums for rowers on a boat to heave their oars back and forth in unison proved that he was in fact a minute late. She marked it on her clipboard and took note of his disheveled appearance.
“Is anything about you acceptable for work?”
He wanted to say, “Is anything about you acceptable in public?” but miraculously refrained from doing so. The word “bills” for any person causes uncontrollable silence. And so he thought about bills.
“We’ll talk about this later, then. Back to work.” And she was off without so much as a sprinkling of feathers in her wake.
He sighed.
For two hours he worked on the stack of files on his desk. Crunching numbers and entering new information into the system. Updating profiles and deleting profiles. Nothing hard in and of itself, but tedium can become overwhelming. At ten o’clock he took his first break. He sat in the break room for ten minutes of his fifteen minute break, staring at the patterns in the hanging ceiling. His supervisor probably wouldn’t notice the five minutes he didn’t take. Or if she did, she would probably make a negative note of it. O.S.H.A. ruins the smallest things sometimes.
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