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Dark, soulful tales that haunt long after the last page.
“Why do you write about ghosts and demons and werewolves and darkness?” This question comes up a lot. It’s been on my mind more than usual lately because of an incident at the school where a new teacher who was shown my classroom asked my daughter in front of her class if we worship the…
Some of the authors who’ll be with me on the tour of Pioneer Library System’s libraries this summer have experienced the dream for writers: Write your first book, have it accepted quickly by a major publisher and earn critical acclaim and commercial success instantly. I was asked to join in part because that is NOT…
It was with much reluctance and sorrow that I sent a letter to the owner of Scrybe Press last week withdrawing all my titles from that company. I think the publisher is a nice guy. I don’t think there was any malicious intent on either side in the events that led up to the termination…
Well, I knew it was inevitable, and it happened less than a week following After Obsession’s publication. Someone accused me of selling out. Selling out. Let’s think about what that means. I typically think of selling out as giving up your moral principles and simply doing something for monetary gain, or some other personal gain.…
A writer has to have thick skin. Not the kind nightly applications of Lubriderm will help. I mean the kind that is like armor against the pointy arrows of rejection. Sometimes it seems those arrows are fired randomly, while other times it seems the editor is taking careful aim at your self esteem. That usually…
Writing that first word of the day is always the hardest one. There are so many ways to procrastinate. Gotta download the e-mail, of course. Oh, and Facebook must be checked. Hmm, anything interesting on Craigslist today? Better pop over to the Minneapolis Star-Tribune and see if Brett Favre has said anything new to set…
Ah, there’s nothing like the feeling of a stout wooden paddle in your hand. The whistle it makes as it swings through the air and the solid, meaty sound it makes when it makes contact with some blue-jean-clad buttocks … Well, I assume it offered my teachers some satisfaction back in the day. But right…
Can it be? I’m not sure. But … yes … it does seem to be. I have finally — no, FINALLY — finished the first complete draft of The Girls Nobody Wanted to Date. Look at this: Okay, well, this word meter won’t let me show how I went over the original estimated word count which,…
I was determined to break that 40k mark yesterday on The Girls Nobody Wanted to Date, distractions be damned! Now, if I could just make the teen drama here at home stop I could get back to making serious progress.
Steven E. Wedel 