I did several interesting jobs, working in restaurants, I worked at a lab rat farm, feeding and watering all these rats. Then I got a full-time job as a technical writer for a large scientific research laboratory.
From Kevin J. Anderson
If you had an alien race that looked like insects, then they would build robots to look like themselves, not to look like people.
I mean, I wasn't stupid. I knew we'd make money and sell a lot of Dune books.
I sold my very first novel when I was 24 or 25 years old.
If I could go back in time and tell my younger self that eventually that I'd become very successful writing Dune books after Frank Herbert's death, I would have laughed myself silly, I think, at how strange that prospect would be.
My total year's income from working as hard as I possibly could from writing went from like $30 one year to about $70 the next year. And it made me realize that maybe you couldn't really pay the rent that way.
The great secret behind classified projects is that most of them are so utterly boring and uninteresting that James Bond wouldn't even take a second look at them.
I had a minor in Russian history, and this was at the time when the big Cold War was going on.
I got to spend all of my time every day at work reading and editing papers about cutting-edge technical research and getting paid for it. Then I'd go home at night and turn what I learned into science fiction stories.
Every spare second I would write, somehow. On my lunch hour, too.
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