{"status":"ok","elements":"
\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Addison Moore<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

Writing is the balm that healed me, and, at the same time, satiated my incessant need to put words to paper. That\u2019s how it began\u2014the magic of stirring emotions in people fabricated from my imagination, building worlds, playing God. It was such an electrifying thrill and remains so today. As time went on, I discovered […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Barbara Claypole White<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

As a child, I lived in my imagination and dreamed of being the next Beatrix Potter. I crafted what-ifs in my head, wrote and illustrated stories and poems, but never thought of myself as a storyteller. In the teen years, I wanted to become a fashion journalist, and after college, I worked in the industry […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Grace Greene<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

For me, it\u2019s all about story and always has been. I made up and told stories to my younger siblings before I knew how to write. I insisted my childhood friends act out my stories (even dressing up as the characters) as part of our play time. In school, I studied art, but within each […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Virginia Franken<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

I spent over a decade of my life training to become a professional ballet dancer. I danced on top of blisters till the blood showed in thin lines through my toe shoes, I stretched my ankle ligaments so far that I\u2019m still never 100% confident that a flat-face fall isn\u2019t moments away. I ensured I […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Jessica McCann<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

It\u2019s impossible to boil down \u201cwhy I write\u201d to one event or experience. From my earliest foggy memories, it\u2019s clear I\u2019ve always been drawn to books and words \u2013 compelled to gather them, driven to string them together. Some people collect Hummels. Others knit scarves. I collect prose and knit sentences. My writing life (my […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Jillian Medoff<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

I write from rage. White-hot. Electrified. Deadly. You? People are shocked when I tell them. But you\u2019re so\u2026 So what? Even-tempered? Motherly? Professional? I am, I am, but beneath the affable corporate face is a blistering fury that fuels my fiction. As a younger writer, damaged by childhood violence, my anger was easily triggered; it […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Jacquelyn Mitchard<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

If you scratch a writer, you will quickly find that lonely kid, the one who was surrounded by books instead of a vast circle of admiring friends. Everybody on earth longs for some sort of influence, however, and I learned very young that even a shy and awkward person could have power if she could […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Terry Odell<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Jamie Beck<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Steena Holmes<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Kristina McMorris<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Barbara O’Neal<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Chrissy Lessey<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Carter Wilson<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Liv Constantine<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n K.L. Murphy<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Hannah Mary McKinnon<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Jenny Milchman<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Vincent Chu<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Karen Day<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Jeremy Tiang<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n J.T. Ellison<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Joy York<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Emily Jordan<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Naima Coster<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Adriana Locke<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>

\r\n
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n \"\"<\/a> <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t \r\n\t\t
\r\n Colin Falconer<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n\t\t
\r\n

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>