I've already had to answer quite a few questions about this site, about me, and about my Starbreaker project. I daresay I'll have to answer further questions in the future, so watch this space.
'Cos I have a day job and it isn't worth my time to deal with subscriptions or micropayments.
NO! As highly as I value capitalism, I am not willing to support advertising of any kind. Any medium that depends on the support of advertisers must kowtow to them in order to remain in business; an artist dependent on advertisers' money must censor himself lest he offend his patrons by making somebody in the audience uncomfortable.
The need to avoid offending either the audience or the patrons is the root of mediocrity in radio, broadcast television, magazines, and newspapers. If I work at my full capacity and turn out mediocrity, so be it. But to settle for mediocrity in order to keep the advertisers happy is unforgivable.
If you feel offended by the contents of this site, then feel free to complain to my web host. As far as I know, I am in compliance with their terms of service. While composing your complaint, I advise you to try thinking instead of feeling.
Thank you for stating the patently obvious. I do not write for children. As a matter of fact, I despise children, especially when uptight adults hide behind them.
If you want a child-friendly site, then feel free to point your child towards the sites maintained by Disney and Nickelodeon. If you want your child to read something child-friendly, then I suggest either the works of J.K. Rowling or C.S. Lewis.
Starbreaker is a project I've been kicking around since I was 17 or so. It initially started as a script for an RPG, but mutated into the beginnings of a series novels thanks to the influence of a girl I was seeing in college. It began as a straightforward science fantasy action story, but as I've grown older (and hopefully wiser) the tale has taken on a more philosophical bent.
Well, the doomsday weapon around which the story revolves needs some kind of name. And it should be something that rocks. I can't use "Excalibur" as I'm not working with the Arthurian mythos. "Masamune" is out as well, because I'm not writing Final Fantasy fanfic and the weapon in question is a bastard sword and not a katana. "Stormbringer" was a sufficiently cool name, but Michael Moorcock thought of it first. So, instead of ripping off Moorcock I ripped off Judas Priest and took the name "Starbreaker" from a track off their Sin After Sin album.
The concept is this: a man seeks to avenge his lover's murder only to learn that the murder was a ploy to manipulate him to the killer's ends. The hero knows that his actions serve his enemy's purposes, but his pride, his hate, and his need to bring the killer to justice prevent him from backing off. If you want to know more, you'll have to read the whole story.
The theme is pretty simple, on the other hand: a man driven by passion and guided by reason can overcome any obstacle.
Not a fucking chance of that happening. Trust me. Nobody in America is going to make a movie about a guy who says charming things like "I do not worship gods; I kill them". Spielberg wouldn't touch this with a 69 foot pole and a hazmat suit.
Maybe I can get Hideki Anno to do it. After all, he did Neon Genesis Evangelion. But if I were to sell it in Hollywood, I'd say this: It's Elric on a Harley, but with a happy ending.
I borrowed it from Blue Oyster Cult. In 1988 they released an album called Imaginos, which is currently out of print. Imaginos was a concept album dealing with the stories of a man who communicated with alien presences (Les Invisibles), wielded alien powers, and set the stage for the First World War by manipulating history. I took the "actor in history" concept and stretched it further.
A few. You could say that I've been influenced by manga and anime, by writers like Michael Moorcock, Terry Goodkind, Alexandre Dumas, Robert Heinlein, and Ayn Rand. I've probably been influenced by films like A Fistful of Dollars and comics like The Crow and Batman.
I have no intention of telling you, for the same reason I tell clerks that my phone number is 976-EVIL when they ask for it even then I'm paying cash. I value my privacy.
If you're really that stupid, then please exercise some constructive altruism: do the human gene pool a favor and get yourself sterilised. Did you really think I'd answer this question? I wouldn't tell a Radio Shack clerk my address, let alone some anonymous schmuck on the Net.
I don't think so.
Because I can. Because I want to. Because it beats the hell out of vegetating in front of the TV or getting drunk in a nightclub. Besides, it's more fun to write about vengeful bounty hunters than uncertain young men grasping with adolescence, or whatever it is that "serious literature" deals with.
As a matter of fact, I do. Why should I apologise for being a selfish bastard? Why should I respect anything other people hold sacred without taking a good hard look at it?
I guess nobody told you that nice guys die first, and that a nice guy usually dies with a knife in his back and his face in the pavement -- like a dog.
To paraphrase Jacqueline Carey: The Christians' Heaven is bloodless, but I am not. Better to reign in Hell than to serve in Heaven, and better still to live on Earth without the need to either reign or serve.