Jay Robison
Jay Robison lives in Austin, Texas with his wife, Kristi, son Mike and dogs Hoosier and Graham, having moved there 11 years ago from South Bend, Indiana to attend graduate school at The University of Texas. After earning a screenwriting degree at U.T., he kept finding excuses not to move to Los Angeles and try life in Hollywood. Jay's a contributer to the writing blog Papercoach, a diarist on the political website DailyKos, and has been a reader for the Austin Film Festival's screenplay competition, which has helped subsidize his attendance at AFF's writer's conference for ten of the last eleven years. He currently works at DogBoy's Dog Ranch, a kennel in Pflugerville,Texas, to support his writing habit.
In June 2001, Jay appeared on the game show Jeopardy!, where he was a one-day champion, proving that he's approximately 1/72nd as smart as Ken Jennings. "O For a Muse of Fire" is Jay's fourth story for the Grantville Gazette.
Jay's story "Trials" is forthcoming in Ring of Fire II, in January 2008
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Homage to Etruria, Part One: The Patron's Plight
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 17
When escaping Rome . . .
Radio Killed the Video Star: Mass Communication Development in the 1632 Universe
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 14
What's next? Only the Shadow knows . . .
O For a Muse of Fire
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 11
O for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention!
The Sons of St. John
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 8
The wind blowing in from the Atlantic was cold. It often was on the west coast of Scotland, even in summer. The crude stone shepherd's hut where Brother Aidan and his three fellow monks sat kept the wind out for the most part, but it was far from warm and cozy.
Mightier than the Sword
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 6
Frank Jackson looked out across Magdeburg from the window of his office. Under a blanket of snow, the capital of the months-old United States of Europe looked deceptively tranquil. Underneath the blanket, though, Frank knew there was a dynamic city, still growing, still filling out. A city that was ugly and industrial but beginning to get the sorts of cultural institutions that gave any city, in any time, an indefinable sense of "livability."
Breaking News
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 5
"Maestra Gentileschi, my dear, how pleasant to see you!" Gian Lorenzo Bernini stood in the middle of his studio. The young sculptor's handsomeness was barely diminished by a layer of rock dust. Apprentices and journeymen worked busily on busts and other statuary.