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Why I can’t be a fantasy writer

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OK, silly post written on a dare.

Five things I miss for being a true fantasy writer

a . a photo of myself wielding a sword or other sharp implement, in an unlikely martial pose, looking suitably moody and badass.

b . a tattoo – possibly tribal or featuring something out of the AD&D Monstrous Compendium – splattered somewhere I can display socially.

c . a big collection of heavy metal records, the more obscure the better.

51OwvGjqIBL._SY300_d . a black T-shirt with either a heavy metal band logo or the Jack Daniel’s Old N° 7 label printed on the front

e . goggles
Now being a geologist I actually have a pair of well-worn protective goggles somewhere – you know, to protect my eyes from rock chips when collecting samples. But they tell me they are not the right kind because they don’t come with a top hat.

All in all, as fantasy authors go, I’m a failure.

Author: Davide Mana

Paleontologist. By day, researcher, teacher and ecological statistics guru. By night, pulp fantasy author-publisher, translator and blogger. In the spare time, Orientalist Anonymous, guerilla cook.

One thought on “Why I can’t be a fantasy writer

  1. Pingback: On the writer’s need of a garish Rippingtons T-shirt | Karavansara

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