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Looking back, I suppose you could say that writing has always been a part of my ethos. One of my earliest memories is falling asleep to the sound of my father tapping away on his Olivetti typewriter as he composed his first novel from his office in our small Massachusetts home in the woods. I […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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When I was a kid, the best stories came through my ears, usually during meals\u2014often\u00a0on “happy”\u00a0holidays\u00a0like the Fourth of July. There were certain old relatives who excelled at holding court as it were. I was curious and shy, so I’d listen demurely. Then came school, where reading and writing happened\u00a0and it\u00a0struck me to try to […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I have always been in love with the power of language. As the daughter of refugees, I spoke two: Yiddish and English. It amazed me that different sounds and syllables could mean the same thing, yet carry flavors, nuances, of their origins. I also marveled at the power of the written word. I\u2019d read the […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Since the time I was very young I wanted to be a writer. I would write poems and stories and even sent off the first five chapters of a novel to a Big Five New York City publishing house when I was ten years old. That was my first badge as a writer – a […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Before I became a writer, I was on another path entirely, working toward a PhD in infectious disease research. It was interesting enough, I guess, but I was unfulfilled. Science wasn\u2019t so much my passion as it was something I fell into. Early aptitude led to advanced placement, which in turn led me to an […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Why do I write? I think I owe it all to my mother, an immigrant from China. Although her command of English was shaky, she did enjoy American horror films, and I spent many happy hours as a child, screaming my head off in movie theaters. I thought the height of entertainment was to scare […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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When I was a young man I had a desire to do something creative, but I didn’t know what that thing was. I tried various outlets to express myself: I painted, I made wood cuts and wood engravings, I taught myself to carve stone. I sold a few pieces but something was missing, and that […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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I\u00a0began writing in the middle of a single sweltering midsummer night in the year 2004 and have not stopped writing since. I had spent the previous years in fear for our newborn daughter Charlotte, who had been diagnosed with a severe leukemia. But to our amazement and delight Charlotte went into spontaneous remission. It felt […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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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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