Non-Fiction

Nonfiction in your favorite genres, including essays and memoirs, and on your favorite topics including writing craft, publishing, and more.

Calico Creek: A Quest for Pirate’s Treasure

By |2023-12-06T13:07:28-05:00November 30th, 2023|Categories: Non-Fiction|Tags: , , , , |

Book title: Calico Creek: A Quest for Pirate's Treasure Genre: Teen/Adult Fiction Summary It is known that in the 1700s, pirates infested the waters off the coast of North Carolina. Pirates often frequented islands like Bogue Banks, Shackelford Banks, Carrot Island, and Sugarloaf Island near Morehead City and Beaufort Towne. Six teenagers are

Being Grateful, Intentionally

By |2023-11-20T14:30:21-05:00November 21st, 2023|Categories: Non-Fiction|Tags: , , |

Here at Carteret Writers, we love words strung together in all their configurations year round, but we do like to focus on certain themes corresponding to the season: ghost stories in the fall, love stories in February, and poetry in April when it’s National Poetry Month. During the months of November and December we turn

Member Spotlight: Stanley Trice

By |2023-11-14T11:43:52-05:00November 14th, 2023|Categories: Non-Fiction|Tags: |

This month, in the spirit of gratefulness and thanksgiving, I wanted to get to know Stanley, who stepped up and made the decision to continue Carteret Writers during a time when things were tough. Not only did he serve an additional term to keep the group going, he has since served as an important resource

Adventurers Wanted for NaNoWriMo Writing Challenge

By |2023-11-01T13:27:31-04:00November 7th, 2023|Categories: Non-Fiction|Tags: , , , |

Are you a dragon slayer? If you are reading this, there’s a good chance that the answer is – yes. People who write novels, or aspire to, are, if nothing else, adventurers. They are mixed in with the same brave souls who run marathons, climb mountains, sail blindly across strange oceans, and slay dragons. National

Bronte Sparks and the Very Bad NaNo Novel

By |2023-10-30T12:19:53-04:00October 31st, 2023|Categories: Non-Fiction|Tags: |

In March 2004, my son Fain was just over a year old, and I was turning thirty the very next month. Fain had made all his major milestones in record time: rolling over, batting his eyelashes at strangers, but I was nowhere near finishing the novel I’d been half-heartedly working on for eight years. Not

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