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I can\u2019t explain why I write. I won\u2019t try to be eloquent or clever about my compulsion to do what I do. I\u2019ve simply always had the indefinable impulse to put my thoughts, feelings, and impressions on paper, from the time I could pick up a crayon. Maybe I inherited writing genes from my maternal […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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When I was young, our Scottish council estate was worst in the winter months. The lack of sunlight, just a few hours a day, meant that days were short, and night time was always a worry because of the sectarian violence that would break out at odd times, between people you hadn\u2019t even known didn\u2019t […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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The first scribblings I wrote felt like breaking bread for a new religion. I wrote drunk on Mildred D. Taylor, Rosa Guy, Roald Dahl, S.E Hinton. I wrote poems about the time I went missing in a Lagos amusement park as a kid, then like a small miracle turned up unscathed, puzzled by all the […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I guess, the seed of writing was first planted in my mind in reverie whilst lying on my back staring at the different shapes that clouds formed of their own accord, at my father\u2019s coffee farm in rural Kenya. I wanted to capture my life from the clouds and shout to the world about it. […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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The Baby-Sitters Club, Sweet Valley High, and Famous Five opened up new worlds to me \u2013 worlds I could actually be part of, and exist in, at the same time as the physical one I knew. At 14, I was burning through books accessible to me like wildfire, much to the disadvantage of my academic […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I knew three things about myself when I was growing up. I never wanted to get married, I didn\u2019t want to have children, and I always wanted to live out of a suitcase. I took two years off from college to travel in Europe. The whole time I was wondering how I was going to […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I always said that if anyone ever cared to ask, I would be honest about not growing up wanting to be a writer. Because it\u2019s true; I dabbled here and there, but it wasn\u2019t until I was almost thirty years old that I got serious about writing. I\u2019d been a lifelong reader, and I\u2019d built […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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From a rather young age\u2014beginning the moment I discovered the magic of reading in elementary school\u2014I found myself enchanted by stories, especially fiction, but also autobiographies. I\u2019d describe myself as a passionate lifelong reader. Yet, the turn to writing arose from two serendipitous encounters with a Nigerian-British writer (Dilibe Onyeama) and, more decisively, the mesmeric […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I am a mystery writer about 40-percent of the time and a book industry blogger 60-percent. My day job is long gone but I am busier now than ever. Early on, I enjoyed reading Hemingway who wrote about life\u2019s experiences and Christie who put together detective novels that were great reads. Then in college, I […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I write to commune with the ghosts buried inside my head. They were always there, waking me up at all hours with nightmares, lurking in my favorite books, luring me into spooky old houses. An over-active imagination can be a wonderfully maddening thing. Growing up, I slept in my closet for a year for fear […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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My love of writing developed from a deep-rooted love of language. From an early age, I was drawn to words and their meanings. I cannot count the times I would pause while reading a book to savor the sound of a new word in my mouth. Determining definition through context clues brought equally profound joy. […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I have always been writing, as far back as I can remember. When I was a young boy I wrote stories and poetry for my parents and my grandparents, even a bit of detective fiction, all handwritten into old notebooks. As a teenager I started translating and writing short stories, and at the age of […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I didn\u2019t set out to become a writer. I went into publishing because I loved to read and didn\u2019t have any better ideas. I had a weakness for the kind of jokes that make you cringe and guffaw at the same time, my boss kept telling me to write them down, and the collection turned […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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When I was a child, I loved nothing more than reading stories about girls who had adventures. Laura Ingalls Wilder’s journey west in Little House on the Prairie, Bonnie’s and Sylvia’s daring escape from their evil governess in The Wolves of Willoughby Chase, Persephone’s kidnapping by Hades in the D’Aulaires Book of Greek Myths–all of […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Writing for me is not so much a choice as it is a necessity. Ask my wife, who knows too well when I\u2019ve missed my morning writing schedule, and I\u2019m short-tempered, moody, a misery. Being a person who, for whatever reason, has never been an adequate oral communicator of his emotions, who is as dumb […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I had an eclectic upbringing, living in different countries in Africa, the Middle East, and Europe. Travel and adventure were a wonderful part of my life. Always the new kid, I lost myself in books, an escape into a magical existence when I needed one. Fast forward into the future where I wanted to create […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I got interested in writing back when I was in the sixth grade, but it was in 2006, after I graduated high school, that I consider my career as a writer to have really begun. I remember sometime shortly after I graduated sitting down in front of my computer, probably to write an opinion piece, […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I began writing because I craved a creative outlet that allowed me to talk about the world around me. I started a degree in English Literature and Language when my eldest son was at school. Learning about some of the greatest novels inspired me to create my own. I write as a reader \u2013 I […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I fell in love with books because of my parents. My father worked at Houghton Mifflin, and when I was very young, he typeset one of my first stories so I could see it in print. My mother is an avid reader, and we continue to recommend books to each other. So, I probably got […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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When I was a girl, I discovered an impossibly slender, mother-of-pearl fountain pen among my grandmother\u2019s treasured belonging in an enormous cedar chest. \u201cThat was my mother\u2019s writing instrument,\u201d she told me, her voice ringing with reverence. This curious nineteenth-century artifact intrigued me\u2014the writer had to dip it in real ink, for Pete\u2019s sake! Wide-eyed, […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Writing, for me, will never be anything more than a hobby, but if I never sell another book, the thrill and enjoyment of playing this game will have been more than worth the effort. Here is what got me started: I escaped from the daily races and disappeared into obscurity at the tender age of […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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When I was several years into my career as a physicist, I started taking evening classes. I was frustrated with my life and I knew that I was searching for something but I had no idea what it was, so I tried the lot: life drawing, Thai cookery, Indian dancing, French lessons\u2026 and finally, creative […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I began writing as a child because I loved books and I wanted to imitate what I saw there. My mother was the first in her Italian-American family to go to college. The daughter of a single mother, she had long dreamed of being a schoolteacher. When I was born, she had recently received her […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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While my success has come as a mystery writer, I began as a poet. Poetry was my way to be heard above the din. I grew up in an angry household. My family communicated everything, even love, through anger and we all did it rather loudly. I recognized early on that as the youngest, my […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I came to writing late. A classic late-bloomer, I started out in banking, hated it with a soul-deep passion, and was happy to stay at home with my kids while they were small. But once they were in school all day, I needed something to keep me sane. My husband suggested I write a book, […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I came to poetry with a deep desperation to be acknowledged, to find alternate realities, to exist in a space that belonged only to me. Books, poems, and words offered me the respite I couldn’t find in the physical world. When I read a book, I completely disappeared into that reality. I was not a […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Why do I write? Well for the money of course! When I received my first advance, I dumped the entire $72.50 on my bed and just rolled around in it, while blasting Coolio\u2019s Money. However, I think, before I was corrupted by wealth, my drive to write came from a much more organic place. I […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>