Beth Burnett

Storyteller

Look. I know my novel is important. I know I need to sit down every day and put words into my current work in progress. But I have other things to do! There are short story contests to enter. There’s bad poetry to write. There’s my very demanding Patreon audience. Don’t even get me started …

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Many years ago, a character popped into my mind and never left. He was a loner—obese, disfigured, quiet and full of self-doubt—but he had an inner well of strength that he almost knew was there. His name was Coyote Jones and for years, maybe even a decade, I tried to put him into various situations …

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I sold 91 copies of my most recent novel, Eating Life. 91 copies of a book that took two years to write, countless hours of rewriting, several pass-through revisions with an editor, and, figuratively, a lot of blood and sweat. (The tears were sometimes literal.) 91 copies of what I consider my best work yet. …

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