B.T. Robertson

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"If you have an idea, just sit down and write it. Don't tell yourself that you'll do it one it that day! Ideas that remain in your head will remain there until you find the motivation to get them down on paper. Inspiration comes from a variety of sources. Plug in to them and get writing!"

I was asked one day why I write, and after answering the question, I sat down and wrote this quote. I write because I had ideas that were persistantly calling to me to be written. Hi, my name is B.T. Robertson. I was born on July 21, 1977, and raised in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA to parents who moved there from Hershey, PA in April of 1975. My dad always said that my birthday made me lucky since each number is divisible by the luckiest of numbers; seven. I spent most of my early childhood in the small town of Turtle Creek until we moved again in 1990 when my parents built their first home. I was thirteen years old. I graduated from Belle Vernon Area high school in 1995, after which I attended Penn State University to major in Information Science and Technology.

Time passed, and now at the age of twenty seven, I am still enrolled in college trying to finish my degree, and have been working in my field of study in Pittsburgh, PA. Still, something was missing.

I always enjoyed writing, whether it was a college writing assignment, a paper, or a research report. I remember writing creative writing pieces in grade school and the high that it gave me when reading them in front of classmates. Ultimately, my writing was fueled by my wonderful girlfriend, Nicole. The poems that I wrote caused her to ask me questions about my writing. During those talks, something started to bloom, that “something” I may have been looking for to fill the void of creativity. Why not write my own novel? I asked myself. So, on January 5, 2003, I set out on a journey to write my first fantasy novel without any planning at all. I had no outline, and no major influences, except for Tolkien's work, which I didn’t read until I was twenty-five years old. Most of my influence came from all of the things I used to love as a young boy: running around battling fantasy creatures, and my infatuation with the notion of other worlds and realms.

Eight months later, in August 2003, the manuscript's first draft was complete. I spent the rest of August and all of September editing and revising the manuscript, though revising was far more a chore than editing since I didn’t have the blessing of people reading it and giving me feedback on the story. The story was in my head, and morphed constantly. If I would have had to ask someone to read it for story’s sake, they would’ve been frustrated to no end.

During the editing process, I started to gather information to prepare my manuscript for sending out to publishers. I also entertained the thought of getting myself an agent. I did find one close to my home (for the sake of privacy, they will remain nameless). My first review was horrible to say the least. My manuscript was ripped apart verbally, and so was my pride. However, I reacted in a way that surprised everyone, including myself. I picked up the scattered remains of my pride, bought some books on writing, and started learning. I am a firm believer in the constant state of learning and refining a craft, so this was the test of that belief.

I spent the rest of the holiday season doing a complete revision from page one. Some parts I completely rewrote, some characters were changed entirely, and certain locales were dramatically changed as well. On January 6, 2004, the full revision was done. I still have the first draft, and am amazed at the difference when I read it again. I probably read my 280 page manuscript a dozen times to try to get it right. I bought a Writer’s Market book, and started making a list of publishing houses who took fantasy submissions. I received a few rejections, but by then LBF Books had already accepted my manuscript for publication. That moment will always be etched in my mind as one of the great memories of my life.

I once read a small book titled Sometimes the Magic Works by the great writer, Terry Brooks. After reading it, I felt more confident than ever that my heart and mind was aligned the way it should be in this industry. I don’t want fame, money, or just to be published one time. I want more than anything for people to read and enjoy my stories as much as I enjoy writing them. Part Zero wrote itself, I just had to learn how to write it better. The more I wanted to pull the plot in one direction, the more it pulled back to what gradually became an epic adventure that will span multiple books. My life long dream of being a creator of fantasy that others love to read is taking shape.

Much thanks and credit has to go to Nicole, who spurred me along to start my writing career and endured many bouts of mine, my daughter Brittany, who remains the apple of my eye, and to all of the writers and fans who support me along the way. Thank you all!

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