William Hill has practiced his craft in the depths of space, in decaying cities, and just outside of the realm of the living. He studied at the University of North Carolina at Wilmington, and has since worked on several projects, including a space opera series. You can find him in coffee shops and on the internet. In addition to his fiction work, he writes about video games and records podcasts for Z-Trigger.
Do you remember the first story you ever wrote?
The first serious piece of fiction that I ever tried to write was in the middle of high school. This was period of time where I realized that the only way I would ever be taken serious as a writer is if I wrote my own thing, rather than just playing the Star Wars universe in every hand. This is the point where I admit that I wrote fanfic, and where I also inform you that you'll never read that garbage. Nor will you ever read what I wrote in high school, because floppy discs weren't exactly the most sturdy medium for information storage.
This story existed in the middle of the night and in the free writing sessions of eleventh grade English class. It starred a thief whose name exists in future releases, and detailed an adventure that never came to life in England after a series of nonsensical wars that I knew nothing about. It was rife with cliches, and I won't lie, I enjoyed trying to write it. Considering that I never wrote more than twenty pages on "a series of five novels", it's not something I have a lot to say about. It was an important moment, but it was far from great writing, and even further from legitimate storytelling.
The first story I ever finished? Well...that was in college. And it was awful. I was never meant to write "literature".
What is your writing process?
Flexible. It involves pacing, talking to myself, scribbling, doodling, pages upon pages of nonsense in a medium sized notebook, outlines, and then, a horrific first draft. There is often coffee involved, various pastries, and sometimes Chex Mix. It's rather ugly.
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