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Tuesday Update

In an effort to keep my space here more regularly updated, and to get you warmed up to the idea of checking in regularly for my vlog experiment.

Fortunately, I have a lot of news this week.

On Saturday, I wrapped up the draft of the most recent novel I'd been working on, my eighth. I haven't settled on a title yet, but I really like "An Original" (which is the title of the short story it's based on) or "The Counterfeit Man."

I can't overstate enough how good it feels to finish a book. I'm already resisting jumping into my next one since I have so much I need to revise and polish on deadlines for other people.

I've published quite a bit this last week over at Big Shiny Robot!, mostly to do with Star Wars: Rebels, but there was some other stuff in there, too.

For StarWars.Com, I wrote a piece called The Cinema Behind Star Wars: Treasure of the Sierra Madre that I think you'll all have a lot of fun reading. I also did two different Star Wars interviews. The first was with Paul S. Kemp (who did the foreword for A Children's Illustrated History of Presidential Assassination) about his upcoming book Lords of the Sith, and the second with Del Rey editor Shelly Shapiro for Full of Sith.

As for the video portion of this post, I go back to the next part of my series that was done for Arizona State University. In this clip, I talk about the use of technology in novels:


Chew on that until next week.

And please, please, please don't hesitate to buy any of my books and if you've read some, please review them on the website or online marketplace of your choice. If you'd like to get my books directly from me, signed, you can go to the shop page.

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