Personal – Page 15 – JEFF GARVIN

RE-GEEKING

October 11, 2013
Personal, video games

Once upon a time, I was a geek: a Firefly-watching, comic book-reading, d12-wielding geek. And then, something happened. Wait—let’s flash forward. FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES I have this group of amazing friends. Every time I’ve scored a walk-on part on a sitcom, they’ve come to watch. Whenever...

Who You Are

September 20, 2013
Personal, Writing

Image: “Lost” by AikaXx from deviantART WHO YOU ARE You’re not a fraud. You’re not a fake. You’re who you say you are. You’re too dynamic for labels, too mobile for coordinates. You’re a shooting star, an ephemeral isotope, a thing that was, and shall be, but never quite is. You...

Flashback Friday: The Glass Box

September 13, 2013
Film, Personal

Looking back on old work can be simultaneously humbling and inspiring. Humbling because you realize how far you’ve come; inspiring because it becomes clear how far you have to go. During my senior year at Chapman University, I wrote, directed and starred in this short film. Parts of it make...

Lost

September 9, 2013
Music, Personal, Writing

Under Pressure I’m only two chapters away from finishing the second draft of my novel. It’s an exciting (and stressful) time, and my laser-focus on the book has drawn attention away from this blog; but, I’ve been digging in the archives, and I’ve found some unreleased work worthy of sharing. I hope...

Lissa Price Starters Jeff Garvin The Last Guitar Author YA Books

Meeting Lissa Price

July 26, 2013
News, Personal, Writing

So far, my favorite part of being a new author is the inspiring, creative community I’ve joined. Case in point: the gracious and talented Lissa Price. I had the opportunity to meet Ms. Price at Thrillerfest in New York this past July. She was such a blast to hang out with that I picked up her book, Starters,...

Mercy Killing

March 6, 2013
Personal, Writing

One summer during high school I took a job that required me to trap rats. The bank my mom worked for hired my sister, my best friend Dan, and me to clean up one of their foreclosure properties before they put it up for sale. The house was enormous and tacky, a sort of Floridian nightmare with semi-gloss...