Paul Hollis

Storytelling has always been a natural part of my life. Some of the best stories I told as a child were lies but they were good enough to avoid punishment. My parents generally walked away feeling guilty for trying to punish an innocent child. I’d like to think it was because I possessed an uncanny […]

Patti Larsen

At twelve years old, far too young to be enamored of epic fantasy and science fiction adored by my father, I stumbled on a Nancy Drew mystery. It was a YA story that woke the writer in me and, decades later, drove me to ditch my successful business for a shot at becoming a full-time […]

K.M. Weiland

I’ve always made up stories. In fact, my earliest memory is of myself in a tree house at a family reunion, making up a story about bad guys kidnapping everyone and how it was up to me to save them. I started writing my stories down and compiling them into a monthly newsletter when I […]

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 […]