Mystic Writers
About Us
The Mystic Writers formed in the summer of 2017 in Mystic, CT, when an evening on a screened-in porch sparked interest in conversation, collaboration, and mutual support. We meet regularly to balance the professional necessity of working alone with the satisfaction of interacting with other writers. Eight strong, we are all on different paths – memoirists, novelists, journalists – and yet we have a common vision: to write as well as we can and to tell stories that matter.
Our Authors
Lisa Brownell
Fiction
Ruth W. Crocker
Writer
Susan B. Kietzman
Fiction
Jane H. Percy
Non-fiction, Poetry
The Latest from our Blog
The Handwriting off the Wall
As I filled out “Please vote!” postcards before this month’s election, the hardest part wasn’t correctly copying all the names, adhering to the...
When technology is not your friend
I was editing my book, “Saving Ellen: A Memoir of Hope and Recovery” and could see the finish line. The draft I had handed into Skyhorse Publishing...
When should you break the rules – In writing and in life?
I was not a rebellious child, but by third grade I’d discovered the thrill of occasionally breaking a rule — the stupider the regulation, the better...
A Writing Room of One’s Own
I write at a desk next to windows that overlook the Mystic River. I can see the changing colors of water and sky, as well as the rock ledge that caps...
What’s another word for misleading? How misinformation hides behind euphemisms
Euphemisms — soft terms used to replace something that is unpleasant or offensive — pepper our conversations about everything from using the bathroom...
The Past, Alive and Well in a Persistent Wilderness
Last September, I flew to Omaha on a research trip for my next book, a novel, Valentine, Nebraska, the story of homesteaders based on my...
Keep a writing schedule (yeah, right)
I am the queen of datebooks, calendars, and organizers. You need a list? Call me. I even carry a small reporter’s notebook in my purse. When...
The Grandmother Effect
When Women’s History Month rolled around this March, stories of women’s achievements were everywhere; I even read one profile on a small, digital...
There’s Still Time
It’s easy at 62 to look backward. Most of my life is behind me. And wistfulness seems to increase with age. As a younger person, I used to be amused...
