Katherine Bogle

Writing isn’t just a hobby or a job, it is a way of life. For writers like myself, it’s a way to pour your soul onto pages for others to read. I began writing when I was very young. There were so many characters bouncing around in my head, I just had to get them […]

Nick Thacker

I wasn’t always a ‘writer,’ and honestly never thought I’d be one. I’ve always been a reader, though, and I finally said to myself: “if all of these other writers can do it, so can I!” Turns out, I was wrong — writing was harder than it looked, and I struggled through that first book. […]

Elizabeth Wynter

My return to writing isn’t interesting; it’s how I managed to convince myself for so many years that I wasn’t a writer that keeps me up at night. Like many of you, I started writing the moment I could and, for me, that began with a journal around age six. Short stories followed through school, […]

My Salute to Librarians

From the moment I entered the hushed, sacred precinct of the Brownsville Children’s Library in Brownsville, Brooklyn, back in the mid-1930s, I have been a passionate advocate of the public library. My most profoundly joyous memory is walking through the crowded, noisy, aroma-filled atmosphere of Sutter Avenue, between rows of pushcarts selling anything edible and […]

Caroline Mitchell

My entry into the world of writing was unusual, to say the least. I’ve always had a love of the written word, and regularly attended my local library in my youth. Growing up in rural Ireland, there wasn’t a lot else to do apart from read and daydream. But it wasn’t until I was in […]

Betty Thomason Owens

I started to write because I had a story and it would not be quiet. I was a stay-at-home mom raising three rambunctious boys. Writing provided an outlet for the overflowing joy in my life. As I studied to improve my skill, I learned how freeing it was to live life through words on paper. […]

Casey Doran

I began to write because writing told me to. I grew up scrawling short stories in notebooks at cafeterias and coffee shop and beaches, my backpack at my feet and heavy with copies of my literary idols like King and Bukowski and Hughes. Staying up late at night and hammering away drafts on my typewriter, […]