by Jaycie Cash October can be scary, but don’t worry there are plenty of great books for you to enjoy this month. Check out these great reads being released by Writerspace Top Shelf Authors: Perfect Timing “A Harrigan Family Novel” By Catherine Anderson Mass Market Paperback and eBook Published by Signet Released Sept. 30, 2014,… Read More
Writerspace is really all about the reader. So in thinking about this blog, I considered the parts of a book readers don’t often get to see. Back story is what comes to mind. Often, the work of the muse ends up being the most interesting part of publication. Of course, while it’s happening, the author… Read More
Biographies are a tough sell. John Nash, Joan of Arc,
Helen Keller—people who led very readable lives, and
yet the movies did better. I’ll tell you now I
have no Oprah moment, not even a hint of a Lifetime
movie. That said, here we are.
I grew up on Long Island in the 1970s, the daughter of
1940's parents. I was fortunate to have older
sisters. They were more convincing in the part,
following rules, politics, and parental advice. I
bucked the system. I wanted to be a singer, devastated to
learn I couldn’t carry a tune in a trough.
Instead, I wrote. This was something I had an aptitude
for, something that pressed boundaries, and I liked
that. Looking back, my pedestrian childhood was
probably a good thing, having spent more time making up
stories than anything else.
Life picked up pace as I went off to college, outlining the
imprint for Beautiful Disaster,
though I wouldn’t write the novel for another twenty
years. I attended the University of Georgia where I
fell in love with a boy, a friend, and the South. It
fashioned me into a chameleon of sorts. The North is
home, but that evocative place changed me, giving me license
and a classroom far beyond J-school where they actually did
give me a degree. I’ve kept the friend and the
South close, the boy not making the journey. That,
too, is a good thing. If it hadn’t happened
exactly that way I would have never been privy to Mia and
I fell into a freelance career, writing for magazines,
newspapers—even penning a column for a while.
Eventually, I knew I’d write a novel. I
knew it like you know your shoe size or that despite very
brown eyes your baby’s will stay perfectly blue.
This is my corny segue to the present where I did marry a
blue-eyed man whose generosity has afforded me many things,
including the time to write. In addition to Matt and
me, there are three exceptional children, two dogs, and one
super-size cat, the lives of which take place in a 100-year
old house outside Boston.
By Donnell Ann Bell One of the hardest things for me to do as a writer is to create characters. Some authors have told me, “Oh, my character came to me fully formed.” Others say, “Oh, I do character interviews to find out what makes him/her/them tick.” Me? I ask my characters, “Who are you?”… Read More