Book Completed!

Writing Inspired By My First Novel


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The Writer

Pam Hicks

Intrude upon true meaning and my torturous gleaning of letters on a page, weaning away thoughts and feelings about well-fought healings.



Novel | Essay Writing | FLASH FICTION | Poetry | |



Butterfly Statue


Lavender air clears

Dust and cobwebs

Foggy night memoir

Of Van Gogh lust

Showing artist's cafe

Star-twirling beacon

Guiding creative self

Toward creation’s X

Mapped location of

Unrealized possibilities.

My Book in Five Hundred Words


It wasn’t the great American novel, an intricate puzzle mystery or the next young adult Twilight. And, while it touched on the possibility of a romance, it was not a love story. No escapist fantasy worlds provided satisfying quests or Science Fiction predictions for mankind’s future. It was a story. It had makebelieve characters in a make-believe setting.

It was fiction.

Though the critics claimed the book to be autobiographical, it wasn’t. Before publishing their critique, they had no way of verifying the claim because the author was anonymous. But for the continuity of writing style, it could have been written by a committee.

The lack of first novel mistakes brought out a list of famous authors who might have written it. Each denied authorship. Given its popularity, their deniability appeared sincere.

With an absence of comma splices, use of italics and few tag lines within the dialogue, debate over computer generated composition reigned. Experts pointed to the lack of erotica as evidence to a machine’s creation.

No matter their area of expertise, consensus was reached that neither a philosopher nor religious leader wrote it. It was too sincere. Nor was a politician involved because it was too honest.

What evolved was a new genre – Anon – as in anonymity to some and for others the archaic literary reference to the word quickly. Only anonymous for a short time was the true meaning. Like Magic Realism, Mainstream, and Experimental, this new genre was embraced by the literary community as the trend of the twenty-first century.

Soon, finding out the author far exceeded the need to read the book. People bought tomes not for the story inside, but for implied author references. An app was available and “Look for the Author” books for children accompanied each new publication deemed to fall under the Anon category.

Many published authors gave it a try. Books soon became popular not for plot, characterization or theme, but for the cleverness displayed by embedded claimant association. Be the first to guess the author; win a trip to Disneyworld. When this trend began to lose its appeal, no one quite remembered the first Anon, never solved, author mystery. No human being or computer operator laid claim to its creation.

Nor were movie deals in the offing since the real story was the novel’s Anon status, not the story itself.

When asked, people admitted paying the $8.00 e-book cost. But no one quite remembered the story. Instead, Amazon’s web site displayed a surprising amount of similar comments:

“Delicious Anon.”

“My brother wrote this, he’s an idiot.”

“Jane won’t admit it, but I know it’s you, Jane.”

“Come out, come out wherever you are.”

Given the time that’s elapsed, it would surprise no one to learn the original Anon author is now writing under a pseudonym or using his or her legal name. Perhaps this person is embarrassed, too shy to bask in the limelight. First novels can, after all, define or scar you for life.