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Long: Hi! I'm the person who writes the nice, fuzzy stories where two pleasant people engage in witty dialogue and then sleep together, and one of them has a knot. :D
Yes, I rock a hawaiian shirt in real life. Constantly. No, Robert Baird is not my real name. Yes, I am a pretty good-natured soul, which is why my stories are the way that they are. Yes, I like talking to people. I love writing, poetry, linguistics, mapmaking, history, music, gaming -- all kindsa things! Whee! Feel free to bother me about such things.
I write for a living (...not smut. Mostly.). I'm looking to practice, so -- critique, please! Just because I regard you in those scornful yellow eyes doesn't mean I don't love you! Besides, how else do we get to Carnegie Hall? Damned straight.
Are you a writer also? No? Well, why the hell not >:[
== Robert the Persona Thing ==
Robert Allen Baird is a coyote in his late 20s, utterly nondescript in most regards. Golden eyes, the color of the harvest moon as it rises over desolate fields, regard the world from behind thin glasses balanced on the bridge of a long, pointed muzzle. He has settled comfortably into the "(often tropical-themed) camp shirt and blue jeans" phase of his sartorial existence though, unlike many of his coyote kin, he does not always eschew the red bandanna accompaniment. Born in Baltimore, he moved early in his life to the high plains and desert of the American West, an environment for which he indulges a great and enduring love.
Good-natured, quick with a grin and a sardonic laugh, his taste in humor is the same as his taste in whiskey: wry. He leans towards the absurd, and the deadpan; often the only hint of this is a slight flick of one of those big pointy ears, and a twitching wag of his brushy tail. This is how he gets away with things, such as stealing fire from the gods and giving it to the cold, shivering people. It's one of maybe only two ways he knows of getting warm, and the other one is not safe for work ;)
He studied the social sciences at university, an educational background he refers to as having "majored in trivial pursuit," and now makes his living at the writing game. It doesn't pay well, but he enjoys it, because he is a hopelessly anachronistic 'yote, and if you cut him he bleeds red ink. Thusly does he sustain himself with the clatter of his battered old IBM Selectric II, the whispered ruffle of a style guide, the taste of coffee long since gone cold, and the smoke curling from unfiltered Gauloises. (character art courtesy of the fantastically talented Heather Rose Dresbach)
Rob likes coffee, and rye whiskey, and the music of Django Reinhardt and David Grisman. He also likes the golden age of science fiction, and reminiscing about weird geeky things like radios and shipwrecks and aviation. And he likes chatting about such things with awesome people, such as y'all. Yeah.
No. Not that. I don't know the meaning of April Fools >:[
Anyway! Hello hello, my friends! It being April 1st, and therefore a couple of weeks since I talked in your general direction, just some things I want to cover...
FWA was amazing
The writing track at FWA was quite well attended, even though we got stuck in awkward timeslots. Big thanks to everyone who made it out at 8 friggin' PM, when sensible people are drinking. But I had a blast. Got to hang out with such phenomenal people as De Rigueur, Golden Fox, Rechan, Sxizi, Spudz, Tank Jaeger, and people whose names I am probably forgetting >.> Sorry.
The theme of this year being "Furry University," I resolved to have some diplomas printed up, for the purposes of encouraging everyone to attend the entire writing track. You can see an example here, courtesy of Dyne Solweaver, who was a star pupil. I also handed out chocolate. I'm not sure which kept people around more, but I mean. Chocolate and diploma mills, it's l...