My first published novel was HOMING in 1987. I had been writing for some time and feeling rather abandoned by the imaginary publishers and critics I had created in my head who were waiting for every word I put on the page. They don’t exist, of course, but they serve a good purpose on those days when writing seems the last thing you want to do. The novelist, William Saroyan, said you can’t call yourself a writer until you’ve written a million words, and at the time I found that quote, a million words seemed an impossible accomplishment. That number has come and gone and my enthusiasm for getting words down on paper thankfully has not diminished. It has increased. Some of you may know my work under Edward Averett, where I published two YA novels, THE RHYMING SEASON and CAMERON AND THE GIRLS. CAMERON was named by the Chicago Sun-Times as one of the top 13 children's books in 2013.
Writing is a vocation, an obligation to writers who came before me, a key to the rusty lock of my imagination. Frankly, I don’t understand why more people aren’t writing. It’s cheaper than a shrink.
Please visit my website at ejaverett.com and read my blog: Man Without A Continent.