Recipe for LJ Rowe
Take one depressed young lawyer with dreams of literary grandeur.
Add multiple doses of ayahuasca, youth misspent on fantasy video games, books, and raunchy comedy, years of hard work, trials and tribulations, spiritual emergencies, the tug of war between reality and hokum, and the birth of a lodestar daughter named Iris.
Make sure that you take the knob that makes one take one's self too seriously and turn it 'OFF.' It's better if you break the knob at this point.
LJ writes weird as fuck fantastical comedy that somehow manages to maintain a dramatic edge. Or so he thinks.
Want to know more, including how he got the name LJ? Read his pseudobiography, Lounging Jaguar: Sex, Drugs & Ayahuasca. Believe at own risk.
Recipe for Andrew Marc Rowe
Start with eight years. Seven years of trying to get a handle on this publishing thing. After years of hacking away at writing, it wasn’t until his daughter Iris was born that he actually had the inspiration for his first novel, The Yoga of Strength. A strict adherence to the Hero’s Journey, it turned into a trilogy, and gave way into writing comedy when he decided that the tone was way too super-cereal for what he was trying to accomplish.
Add existential malaise, the internalization of one too many critiques of his shift away from traditional story and plot structure, and throw in a whole bunch of ADHD.
Gradually let go of the spoon you’re using to stir with and hope for the best.
Andrew Marc Rowe, now defunct, of the also defunct Sophic Press, wrote several series of books, starting with The Yoga Trilogy and ending with The Bawdy Bard.