About Me & My Stories

Writers number in the millions. Authors (ie. writers who have been published) perhaps in the tens of thousands. Though I'm very thankful to have made my way into the world of e-books and paperbacks, the challenges of finding a readership remain. And while I have eleven books in print I still consider myself a writer, a member of that crowded universe hoping to be read.

As near as I can tell success in this demanding craft is dictated by the blending of two essential ingredients. Is the story I tell compelling enough to win an audience? And can I tell it in a way that holds a reader's interest?

As measured by the high priests of publishing, I fall short in both respects. I accept that, because it's probably true. However, like a gazillion of my fellow writers, those professional judgments have not dampened my enthusiasm for telling the stories I want to tell, or my attachment to the persons I have imagined into being. As their stories come to life in my thoughts, on a yellow note pad, and finally on my computer screen, it seems that some proprietary instinct, perhaps even a maternal impulse, takes hold of me. It's a trait I am sure I share with my peers.

For those of us who write fiction, no matter what we write or how well, the stories and the persons we create take on lives of their own. We birth and nurture those individuals---the ones who inhabit our tales. We spend months, sometimes years, doing our best to bring them to life. By the story’s end, those products of our imagination have become very real to us. Like all our close friends, we care about what becomes of them. 

Predictably, in the beginning I was stalked by the nagging certainty that my creations deserved more than a few bytes of space on my hard drive. I realized they are not destined to grace the New Arrivals table at Barnes & Noble, but I did owe them more than the stale air of my half-lit Cave. I owed them a chance to see the light of day. To that end, I set out to let them experience life among the citizens of Cyberville as serialized novels. Later, when the opportunity showed itself, I expanded their reach to include the rapidly expanding world of e-books. Finally, during the last three years each of those stories has emerged as a paperback novel.

As always, TheTannerChronicles will continued to offer relational stories of my hopeful, perhaps overly optimistic, October Year friends - each of whom is wondering if it can happen again.


Gil Stewart