Beth Burnett

Storyteller

I’m subjecting my poor students to Dorian Gray this semester, so it’s time for a reread. It’s a beautifully blustery morning and I’ve already been up and out with the dog. I finished my own writing and I’m caught up on grading papers. Now I’m bundled into a blanket and downing coffee to prepare myself …

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I am one of *those* people. You know the ones. They insist there is such a thing as a birthday month. Look, I can’t help it. November is my birthday month. I was born on 11/21/1970 and I hold that the time between November 1 and November 21 is mine. It really is the perfect …

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It’s November and you know what that means – NaNoWriMo. That means your writer friends who are participating this year are already hunkered down over their keyboards, possibly crying, pounding out words as fast as they can because, after all, if you can write 9,000 words on the first, you only have 41,000 to go …

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If you’re a writer, if you appreciate LGBTQ characters in novels, if you READ queer, women-loving-women literature, or if you just want to hang around with a bunch of people who fit into one or more of the above categories, you might consider checking out the Golden Crown Literary Conference annual conference. This year, it’s …

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I’m so excited to announce that my dear friend Sonya will be visiting my blog next week with an excellent post on “The Elephant in the Room.” The topic, being a fat person in this world, is one that is near to my heart. Sonya is a writer, a librarian, and a deep thinker. Her …

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Karelia is one of my favorite people. She is a brilliant writer, yes – but she also has that incredible ability to teach people how to be brilliant writers. (Or at least, better writers than they were before she taught them.) I’ve learned a lot every time I have taken a workshop by Karelia and …

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Many years before The Love Sucks Club was even on my radar, before I had even entertained the idea of writing any novels at all, I wrote a short story called “Dreams.” It started in high school, with a short story about a woman who told her dreams to her partner every morning when she …

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