VOICE: My way into character


Sitting down today to start a series of blogs on elements of writing, I struggled to know what to label it. I thought about ‘writing advice’ or ‘writing tips’ but those terms didn’t sit comfortably with me. I thought about why this was and decided it’s because I don’t see myself as a writing ‘expert’ and nor, I imagine, shall I ever do. Writing for me is always a struggle (a hugely fulfilling one, but still a struggle!) If I don’t feel like I’m struggling as I write, then I know I’m probably not doing the best writing I’m capable of. I’ve written five novels now – six if you count the one I had to ditch at about 60,000 words because it wasn’t working (couldn’t get the voice!) And at no point have I felt like, this is getting easier, I’ve so got the hang of this now! It’s more that you just get used to how it feels, you’re expecting The Fear when it comes to grab you around the throat at about 40,000 words in; you’re not surprised by it anymore, by what an almighty slog it all is.

So, in this vein, I invite you to think of anything I write about in this blog, on this website whether that be me writing about structuring a novel, creating characters or how I do stuff, as me sharing my experience (usually an incredibly messy and organic one) of finding what works for me.

Most writers I know (including myself) can’t get enough of hearing about other writers’ processes – it’s kind of a fetish we share (oooh, you use post it notes like that? Oooh, you write the ending first?) It makes us feel less alone in our daily word-wrangling, so if you only get that from this, then that’s something.


Authorial voice

If I had to choose one element of the writing craft that’s most important to me, that gives me, as a writer and a reader, the most returns, then it would have to be voice. Whether that be the narrator’s voice, or the characters’ voices (intertwined and possibly interchangeable, I shall get onto this later), I think voice is what gives energy, personality and memorability to a book; it’s what elevates the reading experience (whether reading back words I’ve written or those of another author) from a flat one, to a kind of 3D visceral one, so that I’m not just seeing the words and story unfold, but hearing them, watching them, feeling them. I can tell within a paragraph whether I’m going to engage with the voice of the narrator in a book I’m reading, and I try to bear this in mind, when writing myself.

People talk of ‘developing your voice as a writer’ but is this the voice of you, the storyteller, or that of the characters? I would argue that they’re intertwined. The characters you choose and are drawn to (for me it seems to be northern women on the edge – say no more!) and the versions of the world that you choose to reveal through their eyes, all come from YOU at the end of the day, so they all make up your writing ‘voice’. Finding my writing voice involved a lot of experimentation; of writing lots and lots to see what situations I was naturally drawn to, what stories I wanted to tell, what things my characters found funny or interesting or sad, what kind of worlds I ended up painting with words. What my fiction felt like, to write and read. A word of encouragement then: Even though every time I begin a new book, it feels as hard and overwhelming as the first time I did it, one thing I AM gaining more confidence in, is my voice. I know it may take time, but that it will come through in the end. If I can just – in the words of Wilson Phillips – hold on.


Characters’ voices.


The other reason voice is so important to me, and why I spend such a long time working on the voices of my characters to make them as unique and distinct as I can, is that it makes my job so much easier when I’ve got them. Before I can hear a character’s voice in my head, and I mean literally the accent, the tone, the cadence and the speed at which they talk – then I can’t write them. It’ doesn’t flow. Nothing sticks. I could be copying the words out of a dictionary. Basically before I can hear their voice, I can’t be sure of their wants and desires, their moods and motivations – probably because without their distinct voice talking to me, inside my head, they’re not real to me.


I think I’ve developed a kind of process; a process I follow that leads me to that voice, and provides a ‘way in’ to that character and their story. Occasionally, it does just arrive in my head one day and that’s wonderful, but rare. Usually, I have to excavate it, investigate, experiment, write lots, think lots and eventually it’s like – aha! That’s what he / she sounds like; that’s who they are.


That process, very loosely, is this:


  • At the beginning, I have a rough idea of what part the character needs to play in (a very rough!) storyline. This is usually about the ‘message’ I need them to deliver – the point of them, if you like. Their purpose. For example, in the book I am just finishing now, I have a 10 year old boy character, whom I knew from the outset, needed to show the adult characters around him, the way forward; he needed, through a child’s eyes, to teach them something about how to live.
  • Once I know this, then I start to imagine what someone like this, with these qualities and this purpose in (my book’s) life they might look like.
  • Often the face and appearance come before the sound of their voice, but mostly they emerge at the same time. It’s a bit like: blurry face + muffled voice, plus lots of experimenting with writing scenes, slowly becomes clear face and crisp, pitch-perfect voice that when I close my eyes, I can hear. (I often write with earplugs in – no music – just so I can tune into the voices of my characters as much as possible, and out of the world around me, as much as possible.)
  • I find it really helpful to literally choose a face – maybe an actor that I’d cast in that role, or a friend’s face, or more often than not, a total stranger’s face – some friend of a friend of a friend on Facebook (sorry) that for me, epitomizes my character and put that picture on my desktop.

You’d probably be alarmed and bemused to see the selection of faces on my desktop right now – maybe yours is there! (Joking. Sort of). It may be weird but I don’t really care, because this technique helps me immeasurably. When I look at my character’s face, I can immediately hear their voice and am able to write much more authentically and fluidly, so that the struggle is still a struggle, but a much more enjoyable one!



That fag's not lit btw....!

That fag’s not lit btw….!


*Please click image to enlarge.


In case you don’t know, to celebrate the publication of my fourth book: THE STORY OF YOU, I’m revisiting the column that started my writing career. Think of it as a ‘retrospective’! (I think you have to be like,  Annie Liebowitz to have a ‘retrospective’ but who cares!)

The column was called “And then there were three…sort of” and it was about the fact I fell pregnant by my best friend (we remained friends, never becoming a couple) and it seemed to strike a chord with people whose journey into motherhood was somehow unconventional because that column ran for two years!

Anyway,  that baby in the column is now nearly ten (our son, Fergus) and so I thought what with THE STORY OF YOU coming out it would be lovely to do a retrospective of the biggest story of MY life. The first column is here:  http://katyregan.com/2014/10/05/662/ And this, above, is the second column in the series….

Just to re-cap, I’ve found out I’m pregnant by my best friend Egg about three weeks earlier so can’t tell anyone yet. Unfortunately, it’s now my 30th birthday party and I’ve sensibly arranged a ‘Pat and Frank Butcher fancy dress do – yay! f So yep, this is the one where I  attend my 30th birthday party, pregnant, dressed as Pat Butcher and crucially, SOBER.


The Story of You is out now in a Tesco or Waterstones store near you. It’s also available on Amazon here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Story-You-Katy-Regan/dp/0007237456/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1413289776&sr=8-1&keywords=katy+regan+-+the+story+of+you


So my fourth novel, The Story of You found itself out in the world and hopefully, in a store near you last week. I had a launch party to celebrate. (here’s some pics!)

Book 4 baby!

Book 4 baby!

I Wasn’t going to. I felt like I had a lot on my plate with writing a new book (You can read how this is going here on the page: “How I wrote this novel”) not to mention my ever-challenging, never boring, unresolved personal life! But anyway, my fourth novel coming out feels quite momentous, I don’t know why. Perhaps because a friend of mine said you couldn’t say you were a novelist until you had written four books, or perhaps because the baby in the column above is about to be ten soon and that feels REALLY momentous not to mention unbelievable.

I really can’t believe it’s almost a decade since that little blue line appeared on a stick in the Starbucks of Blackfriars Bridge in London when i was on my way to work at Marie Claire magazine and my life was changed forever. And not just because I was well and truly up the duff with my friend, or about to have a little boy called Fergus (not that I knew this at the time of course) who would change my whole world in that way children have a knack of! But because falling pregnant unexpectedly started a chain of events I’d never have predicted or dreamt of: I was commissioned a column, this column above – And then there were three…sort of by my editor at Marie Claire and wrote all about my unexpected pregnancy with my friend, and then as the months went on, about motherhood in an unconventional situation. From the column came my first novel (aptly titled) One Thing Led to Another and then another novel and another until I find myself here: with a nearly ten year old son and my fourth novel THE STORY OF YOU out now!

If you’d have told me all this would happen all those years ago, when I was peeing on a stick in Starbucks with a hangover thinking no way am I gonna be preggers! I’d have laughed you into next week.

“You can’t plan life” Egg used to tell me when I was freaking out about being pregnant in the situation I found myself in. As an idealistic 29 yr old (he was 7 years older) I just didn’t buy this idea, I felt so entitled to happy ever after normality.

THE STORY OF YOU is what happens when someone’s life explodes, then sixteen years later comes back to bite her on the bum in a big way.

I guess these columns are a document of what happened when MY life exploded and the totally unexpected happened…..That’s why I thought it would be nice to revisit them and I intend to post one a week from herein.

I hope you enjoy them as much as you seemed to the first time around. For me? Honestly? I find it hard to read them. I want to say to the emotional, rather immature girl writing them who keeps asking (in her head if not on the page – but is it going to be alright?!): Of course it’s going to be ‘alright’ but what is ‘alright’ anyway? ‘Alright – you idiot – is what happens when you take what happens to you, and you MAKE it alright.

The Story of You is out now in Tescos and Waterstones. It’s also available for order on Amazon

The story behind The Story of You

It’s but days until The Story of You (paperback) is published – 25th September in case you didn’t know! I’ve booked my launch party, I’m currently on a diet of broccoli and leaves….

I thought, at this point, you might like to know, why I decided to write this book and what I set out to achieve. I really, really hope you enjoy The Story of You! It’s a special book for me.

Love, Katy x

The story behind The Story of You

The Story of You is by far the hardest and darkest (in places) book I’ve ever written, and yet I hope it leaves the reader on a high – even if you feel like you’ve been through the mill! I was very interested in the concept of ‘love conquering all’. Damaged people can find relationships hard, but I wanted to explore, how even if someone has had a lot of pain in their life, they can overcome this and still find true love.

One way or another, mental illness isn’t far from most of us and I’ve always been interested in how it affects peoples’ lives. I spoke to a lot of mental health professionals for research for this book and one of the things that kept coming up, was that mental illness is often the result of unprocessed pain. I then asked myself the question: If one woman’s past came to bite her on the bum in a big way, how could and would, she deal with this to move on in her life? I was interested then, in making the main character a psychiatric nurse: Robyn is skilled at helping people deal with her demons, but what would happen if she was forced to deal with her own? If she was forced to tell the truth about her life?

This was the starting point of the book. Robyn has had a lot of things happen to her: dealing with the loss of her mother and her baby as well as the awful events of that summer. However, Joe is a constant: he is the one person who has stuck with her and accepts her for who she is with all her baggage. This seemed to me, the ultimate love story. The question then, was would she push him away when he came back in her life in a way that repeats the past, or overcome her personal obstacles to be with the person who has always been right for her; the one person who can make her happy?

I had this idea that the letters would be like a parallel world Robyn has created almost as a self-protection mechanism; a world where nothing bad happens, where there is always hope. When it came down to it, this was harder to pull this off than I thought! But I hope the letters show that whatever she’s been through, Robyn is still a hopeful, strong person. Deep down, she believes in love even if that belief is tested to its limits.

I really enjoyed writing the Grace character. I suppose she is a mirror. She is what might have happened to Robyn if she didn’t have the love of Joe and her family and this is why Robyn cares about her and her story so much. Robyn comes to realize that love really can heal us. Grace may never be ‘cured’ but by helping her to reconnect with her daughter, Robyn sets her on the path to a happier future.

The Story of You is out this Thursday, September 25th, but you can pre-order from Amazon

I talk food nostalgia, mental illness and The Story of You on Bookd


Hey, so I’ve gone all multi-media! I usually say hello readers, but this time I can say, “Hello listeners” because for the first time on the history of this site, I am posting a podcast. An actual audio you can listen to.

Last week, when it was hot and sunny (hard to imagine now with it pissing it down outside) The lovely Tanya Brennand-Roper came to my house to interview me in my garden, amongst my washing and probably my knickers on the line, for her wonderful culture show, (if only you could see it too!) BookD! Bookd is like BBC 3 but better, with comedians and writers and artists and authors talking about all things literary and cultural. Tanya’s a fantastically creative and innovative interviewer, so it was a total pleasure. You can listen to my interview at the link above… I think I much prefer myself on radio to TV, no weird eye movements and crisis calls to the orthodontist! Much more bearable….

If you like the sound of THE STORY OF YOU, my latest novel, you can buy it on Kindle



Dear lovely readers, I’ve got a HUGE treat for you today, in manner of a guest post from the wonderful Jon Rance, author of THIS FAMILY LIFE. Taking off where THIS THIRTY-SOMETHING LIFE left, Jon’s new novel out now, THIS FAMILY LIFE is an hilarious, insightful and oh-so-true portrait of marriage post-baby and Jon can talk from experience in his brilliant blog post right here….!

Hello Katy Regan fans and a big thank you to Katy for having me on her website. Katy was originally supposed to do blog number five on the tour, but she couldn’t and so now she’s the very last stop on the ‘This Family Life blog tour’. If you missed the last one you can find it here http://www.thebookgeekwearspajamas.co.uk/

In this blog I want to talk about marriage – post baby. It doesn’t matter how brilliant your marriage is, how close you and your partner are, whether you’re twenty-five or forty-five, heterosexual or gay, having a baby is going to test you to the limits of your relationship. So many things happen during the pregnancy, childbirth, and then after that life as you know it will never be the same again.


Like any new parents, Harry and Emily Spencer are having a hard time being new parents. Harry probably more than Emily. He’s trying his best to be understanding, but in typical Harry fashion he doesn’t always deal with the delicate moments with the greatest amount of sensitivity. I think one of the things that happens to couples post-baby is the sex life suffers. It has to. You’re both so tired, it’s hard to feel sexy when you’re covered in baby throw-up for most of the day, and honestly, at the end of a long day, sex is often the last thing on your mind. I decided to reverse the traditional roles in this book though, and it’s Harry who’s finding it difficult. I imagine that usually post-baby it’s the men who are more desperate to have sex again, but I thought it would interesting to make Harry the problem and so Harry loses his mojo and is convinced he’s having some sort of Manopause.


Sex is only one of the issues that Harry and Emily face as new parents, and their marriage definitely suffers because of baby William. Harry is feeling insecure and so when a handsome new neighbour moves in across the street, Harry’s anxious mind spirals out of control and it makes the situation a lot worse. I hope that like the rest of the book people will be able to relate to this part of the book. I realise that having a baby is different for every couple, but I hope there’s something you can relate to, laugh along with, and maybe you’ll even learn something – I’m speaking to the men here obviously. Below is an extract I chose because it’s one of those moments that happen in a marriage post-baby.



Thursday 7 February 7.15 a.m.


Eating breakfast. William breastfeeding opposite me. Emily nibbling on toast.


I don’t want to sound callous, but since we had William, Emily’s periods have been really heavy and so now she has to wear Mega-Pants (big undies and industrial sized sanitary towels). I sympathise, but this morning I walked in on her getting the Mega-Pants on and she wasn’t best pleased.

‘Is there no privacy in this bloody house?’ she screamed mid-squat, Mega-Pants half on.

‘Sorry, sorry, sorry,’ I said retreating out of the bathroom and back into the safety of the bedroom.

Emily walked in shortly after.

‘I realise that sexually things aren’t great between us,’ she said sitting down on the bed. ‘And seeing me like that doesn’t help. With the Mega-Pants.’

‘It’s fine,’ I said.

‘But I know since William you don’t find me as attractive and I don’t blame you,’ she started and I tried to intervene and tell her I did, but she stopped me. ‘And don’t try to deny it. I’ve seen the way you look at me and my horrible stretch marks -’

‘Em, honestly, it isn’t you,’ I tried to say something, but she wasn’t listening. She was crying. The thing was, I couldn’t tell her the truth because I wasn’t sure what the truth was. I was temporarily, and for the first time in my adult life, off sex. I wasn’t in the mood and it wasn’t Emily or the Mega-Pants. It was me. It was the metaphorical Mega-Pants in my mind.

‘Em, I love you just as you are,’ I said putting my arm around her. ‘I don’t care about the stretch marks or the Mega-Pants. It isn’t you, it’s -’ could I say me? ‘It’s everything. The tiredness, work, it’s hard. I’m sure all new parents go through this.’

‘Maybe we should try and go away for the night,’ blubbed Emily.

‘Definitely,’ I said. ‘We’ll have to do that.’

‘Maybe during half-term.’

‘Definitely,’ I said. ‘And Em, I love the Mega-Pants, they’re endearing.’

‘Oh, stop it,’ she said sniffing up tears and playfully hitting me on the arm.

I gave Emily a kiss, but I’m worried. What’s happening to me? To us? Has the spark gone for good? Can I have a sexless life? A sexless marriage? When was the last time we even had sex? We did it that once just before she had William and that was in August – six months ago. Before that, and because of my nearly but not quite affair with Jamie, who knows? A few months before? Could it really have been eight months or longer since we had proper sex? At what point are we just really good friends who happen to live under the same roof and share child-rearing duties?




Things that might happen during your first year of parenthood:

1. You’ll get covered in a ‘nuclear’ poo.

2. You’ll be convinced your son is talking with a Japanese accent.

3. You’ll worry that when your son waves, it looks like a Nazi salute.

Of course, this might just be Harry Spencer.


Taking up where This Thirtysomething Life left off, Harry Spencer and is wife Emily are back and trying to survive their first year of parenthood. It has its ups and downs (and a few bits in the middle), but along the way they begin to understand the true meaning of family and what it takes to be a parent.


Featuring a hilarious cast of extras including Harry’s father-in-law Derek, who has a unique problem with Scotch, Steve and Fiona, the parents from children’s entertainment hell, and a yoga instructor with a prominent camel-toe, This Family Life is the ultimate comedy for anyone who is a parent, has a parent, or is thinking about becoming one.






IT’S NATIONAL STORYTELLING WEEK THIS WEEK. Sit down, take a pew, tell a story: It’s good for the soul. It’s official.

My nanna (furthest left) and her great-great grandson (in arms!) Five generations.

My nanna (furthest left) and her great-great grandson (in arms!) Five generations.

My lovely nanna passed away recently. She was 89.

89! She did so well! Fergus wrote in the card he made for his great-grandmother’s funeral (she was also a great-GREAT-grandmother. We should have made the local press at least!) There was also a little drawing on his card of a signpost that said, ‘HEAVEN: ONE MILE!’ And behind it a stick man and an arrow saying ‘YOUR HUSBAND!” (she was widowed thirty years ago).

(I’d like to point out, I had absolutely no input in this card-making, he went up to his room and did it himself!)

There was something about all those exclamation marks, the childlike propensity to automatically look on the bright side that totally cheered me up. Because she DID do well; she lived well. She was a wonderful lady who inspired me so much with her stoicism and positivity and although it is terribly sad that she’s no longer here; at 89, I think you can celebrate that life rather than feel cheated.

And that’s what I felt we did at her funeral a couple of weeks ago. Obviously it was very emotional and sad  – I don’t care if you’re 89 or 109, death is always a shock because it’s so finite and we will all miss her terribly – But also, it was uplifting.  It was grounding. I came away feeling comforted; rooted with my family and really grateful that I had her in my life for so long.

I’ve been thinking why this was and I think the reason is THE STORIES. So many stories were shared at the funeral!  It’s unfortunate, maybe, that it takes a person to die to really learn about them, to share how much you loved them, but I guess that is how life works: you show the person you love them when they’re alive, you talk about how much you love them once they’re gone (Especially if you’re northern and don’t go talking about them things called feelings that often.)

Maybe once we get old, people will have pre-funeral parties where they can hear all the amazing eulogies written about them whilst they’re still here! (I am JOKING. Although this is done in John Green’s wonderful book / soon-to-be-film The Fault in Our Stars to great, tear-jerking effect. But then, the characters, Hazel and Gus are teenagers

Here’s the trailer. I can’t wait… But read the book first. You HAVE to read the book first.

The stories about my nanna and family started a week or so before the funeral when all her grandchildren – my cousins – put together all our memories for a reading.  There were so many funny, sweet things I didn’t know but also lots of shared thoughts too. I put how I used to go and stay at her house when I was seven or eight and we’d get fish and chips, then we’d settle down to watch that well-known children’s bedtime programme: Hammer House of Horrors…(just brilliant!) There were stories of Christmases and blackberry picking and playing funny games and teaching rude rhymes from my cousins and sisters that I’d never heard, but also lots of shared thoughts and memories that made me feel closer to my family, closer to her.

The night before the funeral, my sister, parents and I went through all my nanna’s old photos that my dad had collected from her house….And out of that box, as well as the photos and the old birthday cards and the anniversary cards, the paraphernalia of eighty-nine great years lived, toppled of course, the accompanying stories: the holidays (LOTS of those! In fact I’d say at least half were of my nanna dancing in some Spanish taverna, half a lager and maybe a fag on the go..)  And the funny relatives and how she met my grandad and how he was a POW for the whole of WW2 and pictures of our ancestors we’d never seen, stories we’d never heard……And that was all before the funeral.

At the funeral, my dad gave a beautiful eulogy telling us about his idyllic childhood I knew not much of before, and then at the wake were her friends (my nanna had a social life to rival mine with her group of friends who called themselves The Golden Girls) and nephews and nieces and great nephews and nieces who of course had their own stories and ideas of what she meant to them. There were her neighbours, and in particular, one friend she’d known for over sixty years, since they lived in the same block of flats with their husbands in their twenties. Talking to Eunice was basically like talking to my nanna: she spoke the same, she had the same wit, the same naughty sense of humour. “Nobody’ll be at my funeral ‘cause all my mates’ll have popped off’ Eunice lamented in that no frills northern way. But I thought how bloody amazing it would be to still be friends with my friends when I was 89, to have them come to my funeral,or go to theirs because it’s not just the fact they’re there , it’s the fact that they can tell the stories, they can pass them on, they can help you then, to live on….and what is left of us except those precious memories and stories?

It seems I’m not alone in finding storytelling and sharing memories so therapeutic (given, it’s what I do for a living, but I think people are telling stories and hearing them all the time even if they’re not published in a magazine or a book). This week is National Storytelling Week and wearing my other hat as a journalist, I’ve had a few relevant stories from PRs land in my inbox. One particular one that struck me, especially after attending my nanna’s funeral and thinking so much about stories was one from LifeBook. This is an organization where by you can pay to have your own, or a loved ones’ life story published in an autobiography. Someone comes to your home, interviews you at length then writes it up – a lovely idea for a present and apparently a huge boost to elderly people who are lonely (in research it was found that after they’d finished being interviewed for LIFEBOOK they didn’t go back to crushing loneliness, but sought out friendship and relationships because they felt better about themselves, they felt they had something to offer.)

Lifebook commissioned a survey recently called The Value Of Memory to find out what sort of value we place on stories and memories as opposed to material goods. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it revealed that most of us, in the event of a house fire would run for the family photo album rather than our wallet and apparently, we’d put a value of half a million pounds on the memory of holding our newborn baby! (I would have thought you couldn’t put a price on that or that you know, you’d prefer it when they’d cleaned ‘em up a bit and you’d got over the trauma but maybe that’s just me…!) Interesting stuff, but there was more….Apparently, there is evidence to support that storytelling IS therapeutic and good for our health and could even stimulate the brain enough to slow down the progression of Alzheimer’s (there is differing evidence on this.)

Lynda Green is a psychologist specializing in the psychology of ageing and was quoted in the email from LifeBook. I was so interested I rang her up. I wanted to know why storytelling did feel so therapeutic and what she said certainly made sense: that storytelling and sharing memories can combat not just Alzheimer’s, but depression and low self-esteem:

“When you do all this wonderful reminiscing and remembering, all these fantastic things you or your loved one has done, come back. But importantly, you talk about the hard things in life too, the things you’ve fought against and got over, and this means you are able to put the events of your life into perspective and realize you come out the other side, you survive.” She said. You see that they survived, so you can too.

I think there is definitely something in that. My nanna lost her husband at 59 meaning she lived thirty years on her own but never let it stop her enjoying herself: she went out, she danced, she holidayed, she made friends… that’s impressive and something I can take inspiration from. She survived thirty years, it’s the least I can do to put up with a few years of singledom!

In this way, it’s not just elderly people who benefit from sharing stories, but younger people too – because as Dr Shaw says, “it’s all the same propblems and emotions just dressed up in a different fashion. We learn that what we go though in 2014 is no different to what our relative went through fifty, sixty years ago.”

I loved hearing all of my nanna’s life stories, and sort of regret not asking her more when she was here to tell me herself. Since the funeral, I’ve made a point of talking to Fergus more about my childhood and telling him more stories (and oddly, he’s not sighed and rolled his eyes as much as I thought ‘oh God mum not the one about how you refused to do P.E. for several weeks when you were 8 because you pretended you were pregnant again…..”

It’s the centenary of the First World War this year and pretty much all those veterans are gone. Soon, those who lived through WW2 will be gone too. So listen to your grandparents’ stories, tell them to your children.  After all, when you’re gone, they’re gone. Unlike money, you do take them with you.

My new novel, THE STORY OF YOU will be out on July 3rd and is available for pre-order here.

My latest novel, out now is HOW WE MET

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