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When people ask why I became a writer, my flip answers are \u201cI ran out of room on my walls for needlepoint\u201d or \u201cOtherwise I\u2019d have to do housework.\u201d I never intended to be a writer. I didn\u2019t study creative writing in college. I had a well-worn AARP card before I gave writing a thought. […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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As an introvert growing up in a turbulent home, I quickly learned two important things about writing. First, it gave me a space to privately work out my feelings without having to worry about hurting someone or wishing I could take back words said in anger or pain. Second, I could create entire worlds\u2014ones where […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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As a mother with three children, for years my life was about them, seeing to their needs, doing all I can to teach, train and trust that I’ve raised them to be respectful, responsible human beings. During those years as a young mother, as a young wife, I lost who I was as a person. […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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For most of my life, I had no plans to become a creative writer\u2014that is, until my grandparents\u2019 WWII courtship letters changed all of that. The couple had dated only twice during the war, exchanged a slew of letters, got married while my grandfather was on leave, and remained married until he passed away fifty […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I can’t even remember a time when I didn’t shape the world around me into stories. Even as a five-year-old, before I could physically write, I sang story-songs to my sisters, and I started writing novels in notebooks in the fifth grade when I was bored with my classes. Telling stories is the way I […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Words have always fascinated me. They can wreak havoc or bring peace. They are the storms and the rainbows. When put together in just the right way, they become portals to limitless travel, thrilling adventures, or raucous belly laughs. Even as a child, I recognized the unique power of words and read everything I could […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I literally started writing on one specific day. I had no background in writing and was contentedly entrenched in a consulting career. On this particular day, I was thirty-three and sitting in an eight-hour continuing-education class. Out of boredom, I wrote the following question on my notepad:\u00a0If three people are murdered the exact same way […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Liv Constantine is the pen name of USA Today and WSJ bestselling authors and sisters Lynne Constantine and Valerie Constantine. At heart, all writers are readers, and love of literature came to both of us young. We grew up making weekly trips to the library, passing books around between our mother and our aunt, and […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Growing up, I didn\u2019t consciously know I wanted to be a writer. As a teen, I worked as the editor of my high school yearbook, wrote for the school paper, and devoured books at a fast clip. But when I went to college, I found myself majoring in business, not writing or journalism. For years, […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Like so many authors, I loved writing at school, revelled in \u201cessay time\u201d, bugged my teachers when days passed without an assignment. But then life happened. As I forged a successful career and had a family, writing fell by the wayside. I considered it a luxury I\u2019d never have time for. Fast forward a couple […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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My mother says that I began writing before I could write. She tells stories about\u00a0me\u00a0telling stories, walking around the house as a toddler. When I was three years old, we took a trip to Canada and my parents worried that the eighteen-hour car ride would be tough with a small child. But I was so […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I began writing at a young age. I guess there was always this natural urge to create, whether it was drawing or writing or filming movies or backyard wrestling. I always wanted to recreate whatever content I was consuming at the time. I think a lot of kids have this urge but eventually outgrow it. […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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When I was sixteen, I wrote my first novel. It was two hundred pages and included one dead mother, one alcoholic father, a gaggle of complicated (and tragic) friends, an unrequited love with a cute boy\/football player and a main character who is sent to a Rocky Mountain drug rehabilitation center to recover from her […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Growing up in Singapore, I was raised largely on books from the UK — a common enough experience in a former British colony. From a childhood diet of Enid Blyton and Beatrix Potter, I graduated to Jane Austen, Thomas Hardy and Philip Larkin. There were writers from Singapore too, but these were few and far […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I\u2019ve been a writer since I could hold a pencil. As a child, I read voraciously, penned little poems and short stories. I wrote all through high school and college, planning for this to be my life, until a lone professor told me I wasn\u2019t good enough to be published. It was the first time […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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My interest in storytelling first began as a child when I sat on my grandmother\u2019s porch swing after the sun went down in rural Alabama. She captivated me with amazing tales of the supernatural, revenge, triumphs, love, and loss\u2026 all under the guise of truth. When my son was young, he begged me to tell […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Talk is not cheap, in word or in deed. In 1998, I wrote my first unpublished magnum opus. It took me seven years to write and was about a high school Latin teacher who went insane and became a murderess. I was teaching high school Latin at the time. I loved this novel as fiercely […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I have always thought of writing as a process of transition. Books, obviously, chronicle changes in characters, but they also transform readers and writers. My insights as a writer are keener at the end of every one of my own drafts; words shift during the creative process, too, becoming alchemical in the hands of a […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Words have always captivated me. Whether it was writing stories about bakers and butterflies or reading tales set in far off lands, I\u2019ve been drawn to words in one form or another as long as I can remember. Life gets busier as one gets older and I became a mother early in my twenties. Motherhood […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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People often ask: how much does a writer put of themselves in a story? Perhaps it depends on what story means to you. For me, stories are a very personal thing. The first ones I ever heard were about my own family. I couldn\u2019t have been more than four years old. My mother, you see, […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I didn\u2019t start writing\u2014really writing\u2014until my final year in college, when I was in a creative writing class that I\u2019d just taken for kicks. The professor assigned The Anchor Book of New American Short Stories (edited by Ben Marcus) and I was just bowled over by it. I thought, if I could write stories like […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I can’t remember a time I wasn’t writing. I wrote my first short story at seven (front and back of a blank piece of typing paper, straggling pencil block print) and my first book at ten (121 typed and double-spaced pages of pure awful!) I wrote as a high schooler, as a college student balancing […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I restarted my writing at age forty when the stark realization of my own mortality washed over me. I had published a few short stories and poems in college but children and my career grabbed the reins from me in my thirties and I wasn\u2019t able to pursue my passion. Sitting back on my fortieth […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Charles and Caroline Todd are a mother-and-son writing team who publish under the name\u00a0\u201cCharles Todd.” Writing is like an addiction–characters and settings inhabit your head, whether you are willing or not, and at some point must be put down on paper and investigated. Oddly enough this is true of both of us, which makes writing […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I\u2019ve always been an avid reader, and for years enjoyed dreaming up scenarios for the people I\u2019d read about in the news, wondering about their \u2018why\u2019 \u2013 the reasons that motivate them to action. After my husband\u2019s conclusion of church leadership, I began writing as a form of catharsis, a way of dealing with the […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I didn\u2019t choose to write my first novel. The story chose me. I was teaching Economics at a local university and one night I dreamed a vivid and powerful dream. The story haunted me, and I couldn\u2019t get it out of my head. After weeks of thinking about this story, details and characters grew in […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I would not wish my childhood on anyone. Shocked into a dissociative fog at fourteen, I retreated deep inside myself. Quiet, withdrawn, drifting, I was numb to the world\u2014to the sting of a match and the rake of nails. I lived in my imagination for years. The people in my mind were more real to […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>