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I began writing because I got too full to hold everything in. I tried. Went for years without any outlet except some occasional extravagant baking. I can\u2019t cut straight, can\u2019t so much as draw a stick figure. My hands are useless for fine art. Writing sometimes isn\u2019t much better. When asked what his favorite part […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I was 15 when I first considered becoming a writer, and from that moment on I never seriously considered anything else. It seemed to me that this would be something I could do reasonably well, and that I would find it satisfying and fulfilling. I was conveniently unaware of the odds against succeeding in the […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I\u2019ve always felt that being a writer is more about who you are than what you do. I\u2019ve been a writer since the age of six or so, shortly after I fell in love with reading. Way back from the first grade, I\u2019d write stories which would win school-wide contests, and I\u2019d run to my […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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During my childhood and early teens, I used to write stories in little notebooks that I would share with no one. When I began university, my attention got sucked away from creative writing and redirected toward the academic study of literature. After doing a Ph.D. at Brown in American Literary Modernism, I taught for a […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I started writing because the world sometimes made no sense, and I wanted it to make sense. I didn’t understand why people said one thing and did another, or how history consistently injured those who were trapped inside it. I wanted to unravel that. I wasn’t sure at the time whether I wanted to write […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Apparently an interviewer once asked Flannery O’Connor why she wrote, and she said, “Because I am good at it.” Embarrassingly enough, I first started writing, or started to think of myself as someone who wanted to write, simply because I was praised by my teachers for writing. And I really liked to read. And writing […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I began writing out of a deep, almost mystical bafflement. I\u00a0did not understand what story was. I swooned over the implicit confidence\u00a0of\u00a0directly narrated causation. The idea that an author had figured out that a\u00a0character did x because of y which occurred because of z\u00a0was entirely beyond\u00a0me. I lived in a buzzing hive of multiple possible […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I started writing as a young child. I remember reading the Box Car Children and later The Outsiders and those stories got me writing. As a kid, I was always making up stories, wanting to fix the bad things I saw, the problems. I think you can be born with a voice for words like […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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As a child I read everything I could, from books at the breakfast table to the labels on shampoo bottles. So, as a present for my eighth birthday, my parents joined a book club for me. My heart leaped when the quarterly magazine dropped on the doormat and I could choose and order a book. […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I began writing stories as a very young child because I loved the places that books took me in my mind. The possibilities of fiction filled me with wonder and hope. As I matured, I began to realize the great social value that stories hold, and how essential the presence of socially-conscious art is in […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I was a very shy child, as I suppose many writers are. I had a great fear of being misunderstood. My thoughts expressed aloud always sounded strange. This wasn\u2019t helped by the fact that I read a lot and used words that surprised both children and teachers. So, I\u2019d pause before speaking and often, end […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Why do I write? If I didn\u2019t I\u2019d have to clean the house and play bridge, both of which I hate. But seriously I write because I have to write. I have always written and can\u2019t imagine not doing it. I told myself stories as a small child. I wrote movie scripts for myself when […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I didn\u2019t start out as a writer. I wasn\u2019t that kid who dreams of holding her own novel one day. I was a voracious reader, though, and I loved being around young people, so I found my way into a career as a teacher. I thrived on those moments when one of my students discovered […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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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>