Emily Cataneo

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 […]

Kevin Catalano

Writing for me is not so much a choice as it is a necessity. Ask my wife, who knows too well when I’ve missed my morning writing schedule, and I’m short-tempered, moody, a misery. Being a person who, for whatever reason, has never been an adequate oral communicator of his emotions, who is as dumb […]

KJ Howe

I had an eclectic upbringing, living in different countries in Africa, the Middle East, and Europe. Travel and adventure were a wonderful part of my life. Always the new kid, I lost myself in books, an escape into a magical existence when I needed one. Fast forward into the future where I wanted to create […]

Garret Schuelke

I got interested in writing back when I was in the sixth grade, but it was in 2006, after I graduated high school, that I consider my career as a writer to have really begun. I remember sometime shortly after I graduated sitting down in front of my computer, probably to write an opinion piece, […]

Libby Carpenter

I began writing because I craved a creative outlet that allowed me to talk about the world around me. I started a degree in English Literature and Language when my eldest son was at school. Learning about some of the greatest novels inspired me to create my own. I write as a reader – I […]

Alex Dolan

I fell in love with books because of my parents. My father worked at Houghton Mifflin, and when I was very young, he typeset one of my first stories so I could see it in print. My mother is an avid reader, and we continue to recommend books to each other. So, I probably got […]

Jan Moran

When I was a girl, I discovered an impossibly slender, mother-of-pearl fountain pen among my grandmother’s treasured belonging in an enormous cedar chest. “That was my mother’s writing instrument,” she told me, her voice ringing with reverence. This curious nineteenth-century artifact intrigued me—the writer had to dip it in real ink, for Pete’s sake! Wide-eyed, […]