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Hello from Maine! I’m novelist Boo Walker.
All are welcome here: readers, writers, creators, soul-searchers, vagabonds, misfits. And ‘specially you. I’m so glad you’re here, truly. Outside of my novels, this is my place to express myself, to share all of me, unfiltered, unpolished, just little ol’ boo walker hacking away at life.
I won’t hold back as I share exactly what’s going on in my world, whether it be a recent book or film that struck me, perhaps a lesson I learned from my tween, my latest struggles and victories with the monsters in my head, photographs of my travels, favorite music. Of course, I’ll share about my own books as they reach their publishing dates.
And I’ll talk writing. The craft. What it takes, how I do what I do. Even if you never had interest in writing for yourself, I think you as a reader will find great joy learning what goes on under the hood of a working novelist.
Ultimately, I am here to serve all of you, who have so generously welcomed me into your life. Please join me, hit the subscribe button, consider becoming a paid subscriber, which carves out the space for me to put more and more energy into it.
I remember the exact moment I decided I wanted to be a novelist: summer of 1997, I was seventeen, sitting in a Crazy Creek chair by the shore in Waterville, Ireland, where I’d stopped for a few nights while hiking to Galway. I was reading Plum Island by Nelson Demille, totally immersed into the story, relishing in the cynical humor of the main character, when I declared to myself and sea, I have to write a book.
Here I am now, umpteen novels in, millions sold, and it’s everything I’d ever hoped for and more. I can’t believe this is what I do for a living, how I take care of my family.
It’s a dizzying gig, a passion that bleeds into all parts of my life, and I spend incredible energy honing my craft, pushing myself, testing my limits—and I suppose that goes for the way I’m living life too.
I started out writing thrillers under the pen name Benjamin Blackmore but moved into upmarket fiction, what some call bookclub fiction. I seem to gravitate toward damaged and colorful characters who grasp for life, love, and meaning while sifting through this beautifully dysfunctional world.
Kind of like…well, exactly my story. Maybe you too?
Much love,
boo
P.S. all of my posts are accompanied by audio, if that’s your sort of thing. Just tap that play button up top
I can’t wait to read more, Boo!