Will Martin
Will Martin
Will Martinis a New Zealand-born classical crossover singer...
stripes delight might
If H. P. Lovecraft and H. L. Mencken had ever collaborated, they might have come up with something like The Edge of Reason. This one will delight thinkers-and outrage true believers-of all stripes.
promise calling found
I thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.
popcorn superficial dies
If somebody dies and you just go get more popcorn, it’s a superficial experience isn’t it?
fighting men loyal
A man who fights for coin is loyal only to his purse.
struggle character writing
There’s an old writing rule that says ‘Don’t have two character names start with the same letter’, but I knew at the beginning that I was going to have more than 26 characters, so I was in trouble there. Ultimately it comes down to what sounds right. And I struggle with that, finding the right name for a character. If I can’t find the right name I don’t know who the character is and I can’t proceed.
kids thinking made-up-stories
I had these cheap alien toys and I made up stories for them. They were space pirates. They didn’t have names so I made up names. These were the first stories I wrote. Even as a little kid I was thinking about torture.
kings stories problem
I could have written a story about a well-adjusted family. Ned Stark comes down to King’s Landing and takes over and solves all their problems. Would that have been as exciting?
two firsts nails
There are two kinds of writers. There are architects and gardeners. The architects do blueprints before they drive the first nail. The gardeners just dig a hole and plant the seed and see what comes up.
generosity borrowers your-generosity
Control your generosity when dealing with a chronic borrower.
queens names knights
And the mystery knight should defeat all challengers and name the wolf maid the queen of love and beauty.
suffering sin
As we sin, so do we suffer
mind rust
Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.
years air dust
The air smelled of paper and dust and years.
home son farce
The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.