About the Author

The first thing I can remember writing was a short story that began, “It was a dark and stormy night.” I was in grade four at the time, and my father helped me write it. The story was of a haunted house, visited by a girl (myself) on Hallowe’en night.

I wonder if it was from dear ol’ Dad that I inherited the shadow that, much of the time, permeates my stories. He loved a good twist. Whether or not my father is responsible I’ll never really know. He died shortly after I reached the tender age of fourteen years.

My fiction is dictated greatly by my emotional state and yet, despite the fact that I sometimes write horror, I rarely feel murderous. Where that particular genre comes from–what primal force guides it–is anybody’s guess.

And so I leave you with the best and the worst of what it means to be human. My characters come from deep inside and from the psychology I observe in others. I am always observing.

To my father, Leonard Charles Hill, may you rest in peace.



47 thoughts on “About the Author

  1. Congratulations on building yourself such a wonder blog with brilliant fiction and such a lovely fan base. As a bookworm it is amazing to read other peoples work of fiction and yours is exceptionally wonderful. All the best,
    Elia x

  2. I was reading through some of your work. I shall be blunt. You need to learn how to tell a story. that is the basics of life. We sit with our friends and tell various stories about of lives and experiences. A writer translates the oral telling to the words on a page. This is even true for poetry. Life is about story telling because reality is a drudge. We embellish our stories to make them and ourselves more interesting and because our listeners and readers want more interesting stories. In short, as writers, we learn to tell bald face lies to the amusement of adults and children. Once you have learned this lesson your writing will improve greatly. Best of luck in the future

    • If, after having written 834 posts here on my fiction blog, as well as 7 novels, I haven’t figured out (in your estimation) how to tell a story, I likely never will. You may as well give up on me.
      Thanks for commenting though.

  3. Thank you Linda. So glad to have come across your blog. Somewhere, deep inside of me is a writer trying to get out… still haven’t found the key that will set her free.. you are an inspiration for sure.

    • Hi Heather. Thank you so much for your kind words. πŸ™‚ The best advice I can give you is write. Write the stuff that keeps you up at night, the stuff you daydream about when you’re doing mundane tasks. Just keep writing. Keep dreaming and imagining. You’ll be amazed. πŸ™‚

  4. Many thanks for following my blog, Linda. Your mention of the first every story you wrote reminded me of the first poem I penned (well produced on a Perkins Brailler) at school! It was called “The Snake” and began “slithering through the wet grass comes the snake”. I don’t recollect how the poem continued and it is long since lost to posterity! Best wishes – Kevin

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