Interview with Nox

What is the greatest joy of writing for you?
The greatest joy that I get from writing is seeing people's reactions, and knowing that people have read what I wrote and want to read more. It fills me with this satisfaction, it makes me happy, and I feel like I have a lot more to say that people would be able to relate to.
What do your fans mean to you?
I don't have any right now, but if I did, it would mean the world to me to know that I had support for what I like to do best.
Who are your favorite authors?
J.K. Rowling, L.A. Meyer
What inspires you to get out of bed each day?
Hope.
When you're not writing, how do you spend your time?
Sleeping, eating, reading a lot of books, and smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee and tea.
Do you remember the first story you ever wrote?
I wish I did, but I'm sure that I have it lying around somewhere. I like to keep all of my writings so that I can look back on them and learn from my mistakes.
What is your writing process?
I just write. Whatever comes into my head, I write it. It has horrid grammar at first, and horrible run on sentences, but then I go through and edit it.
What do you read for pleasure?
I read Harry Potter, and the Jacky Faber series
Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?
I grew up in a small town in Arizona. Kind of like Mystic Falls, and that has definitely inspired me to write some mythical things.
Describe your desk
I don't have one.
When did you first start writing?
I started writing before I even knew what writing was. I loved drawing, and reading. I learned how to read in the beginning of first grade, and my first book to read on my own was one of The Goonies books.
Published 2016-03-11.
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The Life of a Broken Soldier
Price: $5.00 USD. Words: 3,830. Language: English. Published: March 11, 2016. Categories: Nonfiction » History » War, Nonfiction » Relationships and Family » Fatherhood
Prologue: Age: 19 Year: 1968 Month: March 16 It was a brisk, cold morning and sunlight was dancing through the leaves, creating moving shadows over the bodies that lay unmoving on the damp soil. There was a thin fog floating around, mixed in with the stench of death and cigarettes. I stood above two of the bodies nearest me, a young woman and her child. Even in death they looked alike.