Jan, 2014

Drew Briney is a New York Times Bestselling author who recently released his sixth book:  Moon 514: Blaze & the White Griffon. …

Well, at least I aspire to be a New York Times Bestselling author and I expect that it will happen sooner or later (for now, I’ll be happy to accept the honor of being a top 5 author at SciFiFantasyFreak.com).  Moon 514 was my sixth book but it was also my first run at YA/Adult Fiction.  I spilled a half million words in my previous five, stuffy, footnote laden, historical treatises but I’m sure they wouldn’t interest someone like you … an adventurous sci-fi fantasy blog reader!  Currently, I’m 20K words into two different novels and 177K words into A New Breed of Dragon, a fantasy novel that may well be my magnum opus – I started writing it several years ago but then took a break to write Moon 514 and several short stories, a couple drabbles, and a number of other things that hit this blog from time to time.

At the demand of social pressure and traditional online expectations, I suppose I should mention that I’m happily married, I have a boatload of children, and that I’m unhappily tied to my day job helping people hate each other (I’m an attorney).  But don’t worry – that last detail will disappear the moment you purchase my book … or perhaps after you purchase it and then recommend it to all of your friends!

After graduating from BYU (Phi Kappa Phi) with degrees in history, music, and logic, I entered BYU’s law school on scholarship and began teaching philosophy at UVU.  Forsaking exotic and lifechanging trips around the world with jazz bands (Europe) and symphonies (China and the Philippines) and recording on CDs (only two), I began my new journey of helping people beat each other up with reams of paperwork that cost ungodly amounts of money and that are only read by a very small group of people … and some of them hate you and some of them wish you weren’t asking them to adjudicate your case and some of them think that you should be spending your monies on a trip to the Bahamas instead of paying them to darken those reams of paper with your tragedy.  I suppose I’ve drafted millions of words in that vein – including a number of thousand that made their way to the United States Supreme Court (we won).  None of that persistent fighting saturated my appetite for violence so I’m working on getting my black belt in karate – but don’t worry, I’m not doing it alone – four of my kids are doing it with me!  It’s illegal to beat them at home but at the dojo, we just call it sparring so it’s okay!

Oh – I almost forgot something important:  while in law school, I thrust my obsessive compulsive personality disorder into a good cause: I returned to my childhood juggling addiction.  I was awarded Utah’s Best Professional Juggler award in 2001 and have retained that title ever since (mostly because they quit having the competition but I like to brag about it anyway – did I mention I can juggle 8 balls?).  I juggled as a performer at the 2002 Salt Lake Olympics.  I competed at the 2006 International Juggler’s Association in Portland, Oregon and handily lost because I dropped too much – but at least I saved one drop with an epic sidekick that really wowed the judges!  I have also been a staple performer at the Timpanogas Storytelling Festival for more than a dozen years because I’m the only juggler in the world that tells stories while juggling.  Really – it’s true: I bill myself as the Story Juggler for that very reason.  You can hire me to juggle for insane amounts of money (please…) or you can just watch me on YouTube for free – your call.

Just like any other attorney with a conscience (I’ve met at least two others in the last dozen years of practice), I had to find some sort of therapy to dull the pain of litigation (I can’t afford a professional therapist with my gaggle of kids – between their incessant food addictions (all of them eat every day), their propensity to get hit by trucks (whew – only one…), and taking music, karate, dance, gymnastics, and other lessons, I lose thousands of dollars every month!), I started writing again.  If you made it through that run-on sentence without any navigational errors or review of the multi-leveled parentheticals, you have my hearty respect and congratulations …  And now that my temporary amnesia is past: I remember why I loved that creative writing course in highschool: this is my true passion.  So, off I go to write something more exciting than a mini-biography about boring ol’ me!