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Jacen Aster
Jacen Aster is probably sane, and you really shouldn't listen to rumors that tell you otherwise. You know, just in case. There's an awful lot of people that claim being a writer re...view moreJacen Aster is probably sane, and you really shouldn't listen to rumors that tell you otherwise. You know, just in case. There's an awful lot of people that claim being a writer requires a certain type of insanity, possibly multiple types of insanity. I assure you, however, that rumors of his sanity (or lack there of) have been greatly exaggerated.
Regardless of his state of sanity, Jacen Aster enjoys long walks in the park, piña coladas and being caught in the- Wait, no, that's not right at all. No, Jacen Aster has never had a piña colada, and only knows what they are because he got curious when he first watched Shrek. No, he's much more a whiskey man. Having lived in the St. Louis area of Missouri for most of his youth, he also doesn't particularly enjoy getting caught in the ran. Rain in that foul swamp of a region means thunderstorms, and while lightning is cool to watch, thunderstorms every night for months on end is something that gets old quickly.
Onto things he does like! Aside from writing and devouring sci-fi and fantasy works, he thoroughly enjoys travel. He has visited the majority of the United States, and against all rational expectations, his two trips out of country so far were not to Canada or Mexico, but to Egypt and the United Kingdom. The reason for this is really quite simple, he likes history far more than he likes people and those places are steeped in periods of history he particularly enjoys. He has a nasty case of wanderlust, which he really rather hopes is permanent, and hopes someday to actually have enough money to travel to all the places he wants to go.
Because of his love of travel, he currently keeps no pets, and while he resides once again in the St. Louis area currently, he is unlikely to stay there longer than necessary. He has a strong aversion to humidity, and St. Louis is one of the worst offenders, second only to the coast of Texas in summer. He hopes to wander over to the east coast for a while, though preferably not during hurricane season as he has a powerful fear of a shark decapitating him as it flies through his bedroom window. Irrational? Perhaps. But all the best fears are.
If you want to know more about this fascinating and not-crazy individual, check out his blog: The Discordant Dreams of Electric Sheep.view less