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An Interview with Katherine Blakeman, Author of The Summer We've Had | Atmosphere Press

Katherine Blakeman is the England-based author of The Silent Chapter (a sweeping straight historical fiction novel set in twentieth-century Bedfordshire) and The Summer We've Had (a sunny lesbian romance set in modern-day Cornwall). She loves to tackle difficult topics, from child loss and shellshock in The Silent Chapter to depression and Dissociative Identity Disorder in The Summer We've Had. Her books are full of emotions, twists and love—always, always love.

Angst As An Act Of Self-Love? by Merlina Garance

I've been wondering recently, why it is that I love writing angst so much. Because it's never pleasant to put myself in the shoes of someone having a breakdown or a panic attack, so... why do I do it so much? And the good news is, I've come to a few conclusions. I think I write angst for the same reason I write characters who are not perfect. The two go hand in hand, really. Someone imperfect will mess up, and sometimes there will be bad consequences. I write imperfect characters because I am im

Becoming A Writer In Your Fifties Is Crazy, Right? by Barbara Lynn Murphy

You’d think I would have heeded the voice that repeatedly echoed those words in my head. But I’m writing this blog post, so I’m sure you’ve already guessed that I did not. Instead, I sat down one day during the Covid months in 2020 and just started to write. This wasn’t the first time I’d put hypothetical pen to paper. I’ve tinkered with it in the past, always getting stuck somewhere around twenty or thirty pages. The creative well would run dry because I wasn’t able to see the end of the story

How Being Ghosted After My PTSD Diagnosis Influenced My Ghosthunting YA Book... by Chloe Spencer

Content Warning: discussions of PTSD, brief mentions of suicide ideation When I was first diagnosed with PTSD and started treatment for it last year, I thought about how grateful I was to have a support system. I envisioned throngs of friends showing up for me the way you would someone mourning a loss: answering the phone when I called, offering to help me with minor tasks, or spending more time with me. As I fought through wave after wave of flashbacks, panic attacks, and bouts of suicide ideat