LYNN M. DAVIS

There's a particular kind of quiet that lands at the completion of something. In my case, a novel. Not the triumphant, champagne-cork style celebration I imagined during all those months of writing. Something far different than that. Closer to the feeling you'd get when you'd been carrying something heavy for a very long time, and finally set it down, and your arms don't know what to do with themselves. Crown of Lies is done. Version 7.5 (which is either a testament to my com

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I have spring on my mind. I only wish it were in the air. It’s the end of March in Southwestern Ontario, and instead of birdsong and...

Two weeks ago I received my first rejection email in response to a submission I made to a potential agent. I was ecstatic! How is this a...

I remember the first time I read a few pages of my work out loud. I was in front of a class of fellow fledgling authors, all enrolled in...