Post by chuck on Jul 19, 2011 20:36:05 GMT -5
chuck | shurley
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[/size][/blockquote]In the beginning, Chuck got out of bed bleary-eyed and stumbled through the hallway, toward the kitchen. His stomach was devoid of the hot pocket and bourbon he had for dinner.
When he arrived, Chuck said, "Let there be light." And there was no light; his lamp was broken. It was not good.
Ladies and gentlemen, Chuck Shurley, a.k.a. Carver Edlund. Author extraordinaire. Writer by day and... probably drunken writer by night. (Hey, not everyone gets to be a verb-slinging ink-stained superstar, you know.)
Being the short, scruffy bundle of nerves that he is, it's hard to see how anyone could find this little guy a serious player in the events of the Apocalypse. But, see, he has a little angel on his shoulder -- an Archangel, to be exact. Chuck is a Prophet of the Lord, meaning that his novel series "Supernatural" isn't just fiction. It's divine inspiration, told to him through his dreams. He writes the ins and outs of the lives of Sam and Dean Winchester, and one day his works will be known as The Winchester Gospel.
(When that day comes, he hopes that the royalties are HUGE, because, well. Heaven doesn't exactly pay him for any of this and he has a mortgage, thank you.)
Other than that? He's a pretty normal guy. His favorite movie is Beaches ("Hillary and CC were just so brave."), he started writing because of a massive childhood crush on Nancy McKeon from "The Facts of Life" ("I must have sent her 40 or 50 letters..."), and he spends most of his time in a bathrobe. His life up until the present has been pretty unremarkable, and even if his writings aren't exactly Shakespeare ("Those are totally your brooding and pensive shoulders."), he appears pretty knowledgeable and competent with his craft.
He's had more than his fair share of rejections, from publishers and girls and employers all around. What most people call living, Chuck calls scraping by. And he'd certainly love to have it another way, sure, but instead of griping about it he accepts his lot in life and just takes what comes. Why fight it? He's not ambitious, he just wants to live and let live. Writing is what makes him happy, so that's what he does.
When it really counts, he can summon up the kind of meatheaded bravery that's necessary to save the day -- though he won't be saving the world anytime soon. Because, hey. Supernatural stuff is scary, alright? And so is group speaking. And public transportation. And... alright, well, there's not a lot that doesn't make Chuck nervous, but the supernatural is definitely number one. No question.
So, don't expect too much of the poor thing. He has a lot on his mind. As long as he has his caffiene, his alcohol, and his PC, he's all set.
Just... don't blame him if all the knowing-the-future stuff gets him a bit cranky, now and then. He really is trying his best.
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