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Charlotte’s Mini Autobiography


Author Charlotte E English

The questions writers and self-publishing authors are always being asked are: why do you do it? Why devote so many hours of your finite existence to spinning stories? How did you ever end up doing this crazy job? And why in the world would you self-publish?

Everyone’s got a different answer to those questions, but they’re usually variations on the same theme. Something along the lines of… “Well, I don’t precisely know, but here’s my theory”.

Ever tried to read your own brain? To figure out precisely what makes you who you are? It’s no easy task, and I know I can’t do it. Not really. It is hard to determine exactly why I do what I do, but I can make an attempt. So here’s my story: a mixture of facts and theories and guesses. It’s the best I can do.

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Fitting My History Research into My Science Fiction by Robert Collins


Fitting My History Research

into My Science Fiction

I write science fiction and fantasy. I also write nonfiction books about Kansas history. These two tracks of my writing career are separate. Occasionally I use what I research for my nonfiction in my fiction.

Take my second published novel, “Lisa’s Way.” The story is about a young woman trying to rebuild an interstellar society after an event called “The Savage Rain” isolated her world. Originally the story was set on Earth. Lisa and her friends had adventures, but there was no method to them.

In the early 1990s I published a series of travel booklets. The booklets covered the things to see and do in various counties around where I live. They also had brief histories of the towns in those counties.

A couple of those counties were along the Santa Fé Trail. The Santa Fé Trail was a commerce route, not a route settlers used. It connected the frontier of the United States with northern Mexico. After the Mexican War it became an important link between the Pacific Coast and the U.S. until the transcontinental railroad was completed.

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