Non-Fiction

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

Member Spotlight: Jessi Waugh

By |2023-11-01T11:55:08-04:00October 24th, 2023|Categories: Non-Fiction|Tags: |

This month, I had the pleasure of getting to know one of Carteret Writers most loyal members, Jessi Waugh. Jessi writes a variety of genres and reading about her unique view of the world is always a pleasure. Do yourself a favor and subscribe to her blog https://reader-writer.com, I promise you will not regret it!

NaNoWriMo 2023

By |2023-10-16T17:23:10-04:00October 17th, 2023|Categories: Non-Fiction|

In 2022 I tried NaNoWriMo for the first time. Here’s where I make everyone else feel good about themselves: I only got to 6,460 of a 50,000 word goal. In retrospect, for someone that was still trying to establish a writing habit that includes more than text messages and emails every day, 50,000 words is

Oh, you write Memoir. Bless your heart.

By |2023-10-08T11:27:00-04:00October 10th, 2023|Categories: Non-Fiction|

There’s something about admitting that my writing falls in the memoir genre that makes me squirmy and uncomfortable. I’ve tried all sorts of angles to soften the news. My work is creative non-fiction. It’s personal essay. It’s slice of life narrative. It’s reflective with a hint of humor. My sentences pair well with whole wheat

Favorite Banned Books

By |2023-09-26T11:41:36-04:00September 26th, 2023|Categories: Non-Fiction|Tags: , , |

Banned Books Week is October 1st – 7th this year, and Carteret Writers wanted to honor this event. Here is how I imagine the conversation going: “I don’t want to do the banned books post. I’ll say something offensive and get in trouble.” “Yeah, me too. It’s too controversial. It’s certain career death for whoever

The Horror of Grammar and the Grammar of Horror

By |2023-09-25T14:10:02-04:00September 19th, 2023|Categories: Non-Fiction|Tags: , , , , , , , , , |

One gloomy fall in the late 1900s, three insidious forces entered my life at the exact same moment, leading to a season of sorrow and fear the likes of which I have never experienced since. I was a college student, fresh-faced, innocent, and enjoying my first taste of intellectual freedom. Like one of H.P. Lovecraft’s

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