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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I’ve been keeping a Patreon page for the past year or so. I have to admit for the most part, my followers there are my closest friends, people who are supporting me because I’m supporting them (essentially canceling each other out), and my mom. (Hi, mom.) I have several tiers – most of my supporters …

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My one self-published book, Coyote Ate the Stars, won the Writer’s Digest First Place in Fantasy, self-published book award. Since I’m almost done with the sequel, I have the original on sale over at Amazon for only 99 cents for the ebook.   If you’ve been wanting to check it out and you were waiting …

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Writing isn’t just about words. I saw a meme the other day that said something like “Being an adult is telling yourself ‘But after this week, things will slow down a bit’ until you die.” It was the perfect moment for a laugh/cry reaction. Because it’s so true. Today, I was sitting down with my …

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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 quit smoking ten years ago this month. It was, at that time, the biggest and hardest thing I had ever done. I went cold turkey and I spent the first three months feeling as if I was going to die and the next three months wanting a cigarette every single day. After a year, …

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Boxing Day. Who the hell invented this stupid holiday anyway? I could have been in a boxing match last night considering how I feel this morning. I yank open the curtains, letting the bright morning sun burn my eyes. Squinting, I peer into the front yard. My neighbor is outside in boxer shorts, snow boots, …

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