The Pile

Not many books actually stay on my reading list for long. I’ve got a robust county library with a healthy selection. Needless to say, if I can’t find what I need there, I have no problem using the interlibrary loan system. What a godsend in this time of recession, huh? I heartily recommend heading to the library if you can’t afford to purchase your own books.

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The Daunting Challenge of Books Not Yet Read

It was bad enough when my book shelves got filled to capacity and I started having to pile them horizontally in the small spaces between the top of the books and the bottom of the shelf above. It was bad enough when my nightstand could be classified as a hazard, with a teetering stack of books crowding out the telephone and clock. It was bad enough when the boys started to exercise their own taste in books and brought home towering piles of their own from the library and our local bookstore.   (Read more at Once in a Blue Muse. . . )

The world's my oyster

I read far more nonfiction than fiction, and always have. I read far more short stuff than long stuff. I keep the latest issue of Scientific American on my kitchen counter and read articles while I'm waiting for the Foreman Grill to heat, while the microwave is reheating the soup, when I should be slicing tomatoes. After I'm done with that, it will be Sports Illustrated or the local paper...

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The Ever Growing Reading Queue

Reading is almost more important than writing. Think about it. Writers likely wouldn’t have the desire to write without ever having read something that sang to them. Readers, who spend a good chunk of their time poring over (and sometimes screaming at) what writers dream up and write down, are the targets of our writing. Without them and their love for the written word, writers would be worthless. Continue reading here.

My Earliest Writing Dreams

It's weird. I don't think that I've ever dreamed of writing. Its always been something I've done. I suppose that as I've grown older and my writing has become more...voluminous...and book worthy I have started to dream a bit more.

It started as a common tease between my husband (also a writer) and I. My husband seeing an older Jaguar car and my little response: "When I'm anonymously famous," or "When I write a best selling novel."

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Reason for Words

Personally, I don't mind answering a question or two about my writing - to an extent. But most times questions never stop at one or two, especially from people who don't understand the profession ... read more on The Literary Hub

It all about the words...

Books, words, stories, plots, characters. These are all the things that have accompanied me as long as I can remember. Each night before bed, I would kneel before my bookshelf and run my hands over all the spines of my favorite stories and my friends. The likes of Mickie Mouse, The Littles, My Little Pony and, of course, The Berenstain Bears. My dad would sit on the edge of my bed and read the same beloved stories time and time again. As I got older, I started holding the books and reading along. Until one day, I was able to read them by myself. At that point, I never stopped. I would devour a book in an afternoon and pick up another. Then another after that one. It was a passion. An escape. The characters WERE my friends. I felt their pain and happiness. The butterflies fluttered in my tummy during Charlotte's Web. Their world was my world.

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All of the Beautiful Horses

I was four-years-old when I fell in love with books. I have fond memories of my parents reading to me and me reading to them. I was sitting on the couch with a book the day my older brother and his friend started the field across the street on fire.  When I had to change schools in third grade, it was books that were my constant companions and friends.  By age eight I was reading the likes of Piers Anthony and Walter Farley.  By age nine I had already penned a series of  stories about horses. At age eleven I wrote my first novel, also a horse story, in pencil on lined notebook paper. By age 14 I’d read almost every book in the middle school library. By age seventeen I declared I would be a journalist and have my own column by the time I was thirty (which came true, incidentally) and by the time I was nineteen, I was in college for creative writing, penning more stories and articles and submitting to professional markets. READ MORE

Not-So Early Writing Dreams

©autiously drawn by B.C. Matthews

My earliest writing dreams, actually weren't writing dreams. As a young tween, I dreamed of joining a band, becoming a rock star, or later in my teens, of joining a symphony. I've even seen one of my early childhood drawings of a stage, a crowd of people, and a very awesome stick figure squeedly-meedly-squeeeeeeeeing on a guitar. Continue...

Why I am a writer

The most typical response to this question would be “Because I loved to tell stories from the moment I learned to talk”. In reality, it’s more difficult.

I began writing in 1996. I began many things on that year and to me it is my second birthday, the moment everything changed. But I didn’t think back then that my future ambition would be writing books as thick as on the shelves of libraries. I wanted to be a cook, or my first love – become a cow keeper! And no, I’m not joking, this has been my dream since I learned to speak.

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Jean's Earliest Writing Dreams

I have not been writing since I was a toddler.  Being an author was not my earliest dream.  But it wasn't too long after that when I began dabbling in the literary arts.  Want to read more?  Go here.

Why I am a writer

This is a question I had to think about before I could answer it. I knew when I started writing. I knew many things which influenced my writing. But why did I start? What pushed me that way?

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3rd Grade

I always loved story time as a kid. My mother read me Grimm’s Fairy Tales before bed every night. (I’d sneak the book down from my dresser sometimes to look at the woodcut illustrations in our edition.) You can never have too many stories about elves and shoemakers, you know.

In 3rd grade, my class was given the assignment of writing our very own short story! Up until then, I’d never actually considered the fact that people wrote these things…they just existed in my world. What a novel concept! (Pun intended.) I promptly went to work.

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Why I do this crazy thing.

 "Why couldn't I have wanted to do something easy, like brain surgery or theoretical physics? No, I had to be a writer. Sigh."

That was something I posted on twitter earlier this summer. I don't even remember what, if anything specific, triggered my frustration. Maybe it happened after staring at a blinking curser and a blank page for some time. Maybe I wrote it, taking a break from a difficult scene or edit. Regardless, I can tell you that writing has been both the hardest job I've ever done and the one I'm most passionate about.

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Why Am I a Writer?

I never dreamed of being “a writer,” whatever that is. It’s just something I happen to be good at. I turned it to writing for a living the same way I might have turned an aptitude for math into a programming degree...

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Earliest Writing Dreams - And What Has Happened To Them

When I was younger, I didn’t dream about writing and being a writer; I just wrote. My first story was when I was six, written on the back of 3×3 yellow luggage tags. No one understood it but me, but it pleased me. Continue reading DMBonanno.

Erin's early writing dreams

I can remember a time when I was not a writer. It wasn't until middle school that I thought of writing a book. If you want to learn a little more about my journey and why I write, read about it on my blog.