Writing is a job, or a vocation or maybe an addiction that requires you to do a lot of things besides writing. Then there are those of us who seem to find a lot of other things to do (hold on while I straighten that picture on the wall) before we can get around to […]
Today, Written Words presents two very different writers who answer the same questions about what they like and dislike about being an author. Raine Thomas writes young adult and new adult romance and science fiction. Stephen Woodfin writes action thrillers and political thrillers. While they have some understandable differences in perspective, the similarities may surprise […]
Why do writers write? I asked independent writers what they like best and least about writing. In this installment, Caleb Pirtle tells us what makes his writing day. Which element of fiction is most important to you as a writer: Characters are my primary focus in the writing of any novel. Most of the characters generally come and settle […]
Why do writers write? I asked a whole whack of writers what aspect of writing do they like best, and what do they wish they could do less of? Today, two very different writers offer their responses, Russell Blake and Bob Nailor. Which element of fiction is most important to you as a writer: Russell Blake: It’s […]
Why do writers write? That’s a question that many have asked and explored, and answered. I thought I’d go a little deeper: what aspect of writing do some of today’s most successful authors like best, and what do they wish they could do less of? Over the next few editions of Written Words, I’ll present […]
It’s the last Sunday before Hallowe’en, so I thought I’d share a scary episode from my first novel, The Bones of the Earth. Here, the protagonist, Javor, is riding with a column of Roman Legionnaires because … well, you’ll just have to read the book for the “because” part. The column is riding two wide along […]
By Janet Oakley Beatrice dropped her school bag and ran out into the hallway. “Mama! Something funny is going on. The bay is all dry.” She rushed to the living room where there was a large window that looked over the street. There was a commotion in the kitchen. Beatrice’s mother, hurried down to her. […]