Author: Winifred Burton

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Goodbye Porpoise Spit AKA Later Seattle, it’s been weird

I have lived all the cliches. I am one merit badge away from unlocking an unholy rom-com achievement sash. Teenage girl on a Greyhound bus to New York City with nothing but a dream? Check. Driven, career-focused woman making a u-turn for love on the cusp of 30? Check. Carefree divorcee leaving it all  behind […]

Back to Black

Well, not exactly, Dear Reader. While I have been far from a dedicated blogger, I have been writing regulary (I picked up one of those writing partners I’ve heard so much about). My word count is anemic, but it’s still moving on up at a creep. There’s a legit reason I’ve neglected my manuscripts and […]

Monster Hospital

It’s November 4th, or technically NaNoWriMo day 4 and I’m starting the day with a word count of 2429 out of 6666 scheduled words. I have until the end of the day to hit 6666 and as ever, it’s always possible but it’s not likely. I’m not despairing however. First, because getting behind in NaNoWriMo […]

I’m Gonna Be Free and I’m Gonna Be Fine

Y’all I am tired. Not of writing, but of the obsessive overwrought hand-wringing Writer Pain that has paralyzed me off and on for the several last months. To be fair, my off-page struggle has been especially severe recently, but even before then, I’d tied my creative self in knots. I’m officially cancelling that bullshit in […]

Murder in my Heart

The point here is, Amazon is ticked off and emailing about how I’ll never preorder in this town again, and that’s bad but, if I kill just one more person, this all hangs together for me in a way that I’m happy with. As is, not terrible. With the death, or is it deaths? Better. […]

World’s Greatest Procrastinator

Since I am less than three weeks from the release of Broken Wave and I have a pile of life to maintain until then, I will not be posting again until it’s time to celebrate at the finish line. In the meantime, enjoy this, ebook versions of Girl Out of Water are still on sale for […]

Superpowers & Secret Identities

I’d long suspected that my superpower was talking for hours without ever stopping to breathe, or maybe having just the right piece of unexpected trivia to sprinkle into a conversation because I am promiscuously curious about absolutely everything. Turns out, it wasn’t these things at all. It would appear that my gift is giving the […]

Paul Dorpat, Archivist of Seattle

Picture it: Duvall, WA. April 28, 1968. There’s a 500 pound piano, suspended by helicopter, over a woodpile surrounded by lit votives. Why? Why not? After my meeting with Paul Dorpat at Ivar’s Salmon House and scratching a few microns into his reign as the historian of the Puget Sound Region, I imagine scenarios like […]

Turning to the Light

If you’re black and American, or simply a human who values the lives of other humans equally, it’s been a horrific week. I’ve said plenty on Twitter, so I won’t revisit here, but know that the malignancy of American racism flourishes in the hearts you’d least expect it and almost nothing is done to curtail […]

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Our Novels Ourselves

Writing is therapeutic. Sometimes I like writing about mermaids. Therefore, I have invented the Mermaid Self-Help genre, an exciting development in literature and mental health. We all know that writers put observations about themselves and their world in their work. The challenge then becomes how to create authentic characters without sliding from forgivable Author Avatar to […]

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