My love of stories

As work on my latest book cover proceeds, I’ve been thinking about my life and, well, stories. I’ve always loved stories. So, much so that when I was five or so, I told stories that bewildered my fellow kindergarteners. And, apparently used words expected as college level vocabulary. My kindergarten teacher explained she had to sort of translate what I said since five year olds normally didn’t reference Greek myths.

My mother was a High School history teacher and my father an engineer—Mom had a habit of walking around the house practice lecturing. I listened. Like I said, I’ve always loved stories. From then on I kept telling stories—and soaking up people’s stories, whether in Sunday School or public school. I began writing speculative fiction stories (science fiction and fantasy) in a spiral notebook, when I was around thirteen or fourteen. I didn’t show them to anyone. They weren’t particularly well-written, but I felt the need to write.

As a freshman in college I took English Comp. My professor took me aside at the end of the year. She had a Phd in English from Harvard and shared that of all the students who wrote papers for the class—mine were the ones she enjoyed reading the most. Oh, and she may have mentioned if I proofread I would have gotten all A’s. I almost wish I’d taken my professor’s words as more than just kind parting thoughts and pursued writing more back then.

So, here I am many years later, waiting to see the cover for my twenty-first novel, Knight’s Blood, Book 3 of Knights Tower… and how I love this story and series.

Interested in free books and stories? Terran Catalyst, Book 1 of the series, is free across multiple epub formats. The Kindle version is available, click here.

My novellas Dragon’s Curse and Last Knight are featured in SF/F Giveaway August, and my Apocalypse prequel trilogy of novellas, Apocalypse Knot, Little Apocalypse, and Apocalypse Nigh are featured in Science Fiction & Fantasy/August.

Enjoy the rest of your summer and Dare to Believe,

D.H.

Barry Nove