Guest Post & A Giveaway – Re-creating History
Welcome to Confessions of a Writeaholic, my dear readers! This month’s guest post is by Clyve Rose – a Historical Fiction author. She recently published her debut novel Always A Princess based on the regency era. Along with writing this…
Guest Post – My Experience with a Hybrid Publisher
Chasing Fae is finally out in the world, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. When I started on my writing journey for this book, I had no idea that I would end up with a newfangled hybrid publisher who would…
5 Steps To Your Non-Fiction Story – Karina Monteiro
My first encounter with non-fiction was Irving Stone’s The Agony and the Ecstasy. I was in college when I read it. The book infused in me some of Michelangelo’s spunk, a keen interest in his sculptures, and inspired me to travel to…
My Journey to Becoming A Writer – Paul C. Thornton
“You’ll be dead in six months.” It was May 29, 1985. Those words started me on the path to become a writer. I just didn’t know it at the time. When I wrote my first book, a memoir intriguingly titled…
Navigating Fantasy: A Breakdown of Subgenres
One of my favorite things about the fantasy genre is its versatility. Almost any type of story you want to read, you can add a fantastical element and transform it into an entirely new subgenre. If you’re writing a fantasy…
Mine – Part III
Mine – A Lucien Hawke Story – is a 3-part short story that is being published as a part of the Guest Blogging for Confessions of a Writeaholic. Read Part I and Part II if you haven’t already. Blackrose gasped.…
Mine – Part II
Kai smiled. “Proof that our bond is real.” He ran his hand over Gabe's. His touch was gentle. It was welcoming. “I know your loneliness. I know your wish for connection. Your wish for acceptance. Your entire being screams it.…
Mine – Part I
An eerie quiet loomed within the school halls. It was an unusually windy night for the end of summer. Gabe tried rubbing the goosebumps off his arm. The empty school was unsettling. Broken lockers creaked with each swing. Wind whistled.…
