Peter Leavell

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PETER LEAVELL

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HISTORY IS THE PASSION. HISTORICAL FICTION IS THE GAME.

AWARD WINNING NOVELIST

A life lived without passion is no life at all. In a strange twist, however, I'm passionate about other people's passions. So I write historical fiction! High tides in epic events led to hopeless choices, desperate plans, and untenable love. Common people in incredible circumstances drive me to read, write, and dream about their lives! Come, join me!

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July 30, 2019

We like to think writing is a solitary, confined activity. However, with a toddler on one arm, someone talking in another ear, and a Cheshire cat on the keyboard tapping 45,835 pages of the letter ‘M,’ writing is hectic.

And then the teamwork begins...

July 23, 2019

If you were to make a hierarchy of important things in a person’s life, where would you put writing a life-changing novel compared to watching the telly? 

Hovering with wings on one shoulder, dressed in white and wearing a golden circlet, a figure whi...

June 25, 2019

How cool must you be to market your books? Rockstar status would be nice. That means ripped skinny jeans and an awesome hairstyle for the dudes, and clothing optional for the ladies. Add an awesome gig, and you’ll sell. However, showing up to keynote...

September 11, 2018

The ground around us rumbled as his anger shook the building. “It’s all against us.” He bemoaned so loudly, people at the writer’s conference dove under tables and ducked under sturdy door frames.

“I don’t understand.” I gripped a nearby support bea...

August 13, 2018

I labored to create a writing career.

As I climbed the ladder of writing success, the view above was surprisingly uninspiring—someone’s backside.

I let go of the rungs and found another ladder. After climbing a few steps, I found another posterior—...

July 9, 2018

I’m typing this blog with one hand. Because of an incident.

The incident involved a 41-year-old active male, a city-league softball game, a pop fly to left field, a mitt on a left hand, a fence to mark the boundaries of a homerun, a leftfielder with...

April 25, 2018

I danced around the diners at the college cafeteria and spotted my target. She was cute. And I wanted to ask her to the skate party. 

Her eyes widened an inch and her foot moved toward me as I approached. 

“Hey,” I said.

“Hello,” she answered, her voice...

January 25, 2018

You have an idea. A thought that thrills. You want to write a book.

Give up the dream of being a published author. Let go the hopes of notoriety, of money, of telling highbrow conferences you’re already booked. Forget that you ever wanted to be popula...

January 9, 2018

“Hey, Fear,” I say as I sit down to work on a new project. “You’ve been working out at the gym again, I see.”

“You know, I don’t care to be here. I show up only because you want me. I'd rather be watching videos.”

I take my hands off my keyboard. “Real...

January 1, 2018

New Year’s resolutions and toddlers—cute, but better when they belong to someone else.

This year, there’s one resolution I’m focused on, and that’s finding my invisible culture so that I have permission to be obsessive about my writing.

What does that...

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