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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There’s something about a chilly (almost) fall weekend, a cup of coffee, and a good book. I’ve read this book before, though it was before the author won a Goldie for best short story collection of the year. The author, Karen Richard, takes the reader through a year of stories – different life events from …

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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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The Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Award Winners were announced today. I can’t tell you how thrilling it is to see my book on this list of amazing books. Coyote Ate the Stars won first place in the fantasy category. It’s a special book to me – Coyote is the character who has been living in …

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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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