Thornton Sully

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Thornton Sully has Jack-Londoned his way across the globe sleeping with whatever country would have him, and picking up stray stories along the way. A litter of dog-eared passports that have taken up residence in his sock drawer are a constant temptation, but, as the founder in 2009 of A Word with You Press, dedicated to helping you tell your story persuasively and with passion, it’s not likely he will stray too far from the towers that are A Word with You Press, now located in the Bohemian village of Ceske Budejovice in the Czech Republic, except, perhaps, for an occasional swim in the Aegean. Authors who have sought his advice have won major awards, including the Pulitzer Prize, the Isabel Allende Miraposa Award for new fiction, and the Best Poetry Award from San Diego Writers' Awards. "I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day." Thornton Sully, plagiarizing E.B. White

Posts by Thornton

Important notice! That Game of Thorn’s!

We're extending the deadline to enter the competitionfor the most compelling first 1,000 words

Your invitation to a webinar

"It's none of their business you had to learn how to write. Let them think you were born that way." (Ernest Hemingway)

Melinda Reidinger mounts up: Entry #10

She tells him their strategy: they will feign an amorous mood and walk down to a patch of shrubbery on the riverbank.

Inheriting Trouble: Author Nancy Milby takes us to France with Entry #9

A French cafe' under siege! Is nothing sacred?

Puppy love. Sarah Z Sleeper is contestant #8

Certainly, this couldn’t be one of the dogs she was promising to kill.

David Brin–and I thought 7 was a lucky number! A leap of faith.

He was a Da--aa--aay trader! One way ticket yeah...

Holly Butler plucks a few strings: Entry #6

“I’m the most successful failure in Nashville,”

The Diary of Bobbie Mcbride: entry #5

Nobody writes like Jane Austin anymore

Hextrader: the Cinnamon Prince–entry # 4 in our contest

She was cursed. I could always tell. It was a malicious one, a hex that would one day erupt and bend her faith into an abominable death.

R.H. Hugo has something to say: Entry #three

If Death is written on a whiteboard with an erasable marker, are you still dead?

Comancheria-1836…Our second entry in our $1,000 competition

Can just 1,000 words earn $1,000?

Legend Blues…our first entry in A Thou$and Reasons to Write

How does a dollar a word sound to you?