3 Questions Wednesday with Janalyn Voigt

Janalyn Voigt fell in love with literature at an early age when her father read classics to her as bedtime stories. Let’s get to know her. Our first question for Janalyn is what do you love most about the writing process? The least?

Janalyn: Writing allows me to live vicariously in a fictional world I create. That’s amazing for any genre but especially when writing medieval epic fantasy. It’s heady to realize that you can write about anything you can dream up. In Tales of Faeraven, readers can experience what it’s like to climb onto a winged horse and lift into the sky. They can walk through a vanishing gateway into a place between worlds, seek salvation in the Vale of Shadows, wield a two-edged sword, and reach into another soul.

I’ll call upon the late Walt Disney to answer the second part of your question. The famed founder of Disneyland once confessed that he resented the limits of his imagination. I share his frustration. The options for what I can create within a fantasy story world are endless, but my mind is finite. There’s almost too much freedom, and it’s easy to become intimidated.

I counter that feeling by establishing parameters for my world. I follow the advice of Orson Scott Card, bestselling author of Ender’s Game (and many other books), who explained in an article that the best fantasy worlds are most like our own. If a book has ever jarred you with its unfamiliarity, you already understand why. Readers relate to a world containing cool elements not found on Earth, but without being distracted by unnecessary strangeness. Adopting this philosophy helped establish parameters. I researched 13th-century Europe when writing Tales of Faeraven.

Wow, you have thought this through thoroughly! Next question, if you could give a novice writer one piece of advice, what would it be?

Janalyn: This might seem hackneyed, but it’s the truest advice I can give: believe in yourself as a writer. If you don’t, no one else will. That’s so hard in the beginning when no one acknowledges you. I can remember being embarrassed to call myself a writer. I still don’t announce it except for a specific reason, but shyness no longer holds me back. I just prefer not to be stared at as if I’ve sprouted a second head or gazed at with awe. Unless the other person is another author or aspires to be one, others can’t relate anyway. But I digress.

While researching a post for Live Write Breathe, my website for writers, I discovered that I suffered from the very affliction about which I was writing. Impostor Syndrome is when you sabotage your efforts due to the misguided belief that you don’t deserve success. I felt like I was fooling everyone by claiming to be a writer, even though I had several books published and contracts with two publishers. The good news is that simply identifying Impostor Syndrome is the first step to eliminating the problem. That is proving true more and more as I leave self-doubt behind.

I’ve had to apply this advice in my writing also. Trusting that the story will tell itself, even when I think I’ve painted myself into a corner has saved me many times. This mindset produces authentic stories that aren’t predictable, and what’s not to love about that?

You are right, we do second guess our own talent many times before moving forward boldly. Final question, who is your favorite fictional hero or heroine? Villain?

Janalyn: I love Samwise Gamgee in the Lord of the Rings books. His curiosity gets him into hot water with Gandolf and carries him into adventure. Ah, but loyalty makes him stay. I can relate to that, which is why Kai in Tales of Faeraven has an overweening sense of duty. In this, Kai is most like his author.

George Warleggon from the Poldark Saga is by far my favorite villain. His flaws make George a complex character I want to hate but just can’t. I’m in awe of that kind of writing. So far, I’ve only seen the Masterpiece Theater production, but I plan to read the Poldark books by Winston Graham. I’ve learned a lot about storytelling from reading classics that have stood the test of time.

Strong choices in characters. Thanks for chatting with us.

Click to Tweet: My favorite fictional character: I love Samwise Gamgee in the Lord of the Rings books. His curiosity gets him into hot water with Gandolf and carries him into adventure. Ah, but loyalty makes him stay.

Janalyn Voigt Bio

Janalyn Voigt fell in love with literature at an early age when her father read classics to her as bedtime stories. When Janalyn grew older, she put herself to sleep with her own made-up tales. Her sixth-grade teacher noticed her love of storytelling and encouraged her to become a writer. Today Janalyn is a multi-genre author. Janalyn writes the kind of novels she likes to read – epic adventures brimming with romance, mystery, history, and whimsy. She is praised for her unpredictable plots and the lyrical, descriptive prose that transports readers into breathtaking storyworlds. Janalyn Voigt is represented by Wordserve Literary. Learn more about Janalyn and her books at http://janalynvoigt.com.

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3 Questions Wednesday with Janalyn Voigt (on Thursday)

Yes. It is Thursday. So why am I posting a 3 Questions Wednesday interview? Because I zealously overbooked yesterday and I like each guest to have their own day. And today’s guest, my friend, Janalyn, has a new book just released.  Make sure and read to the end to enjoy a short excerpt from Hills of Nevermore.

So let’s get to the first question:

What inspires you?

Janalyn: Many of my best book ideas have come to me while in nature. The sensation of not being completely in control takes me outside my comfort zone, where inspiration breathes more readily into my soul. The beauty of my surroundings brings out the poet in my soul, and God seems very near.

Beauty bringing out the poet in us. I love that. Now…

You’re a new addition to the crayon box. What color would you be and why?

Janalyn: I’m the variegated crayon because I’m so eclectic. I’ve tried to fit into a one-genre-per-author publishing world, but that’s not how I’m wired. I’m a storyteller in the old-fashioned sense of the word. If I lived in a primitive culture where people gathered around the fire to socialize, I’d be the one spinning tales. That’s exactly what I did as a child. The neighborhood kids would sit around me on our front lawn and beg me for just one more story. I don’t remember anything I told them, but I must have known how to please my audience.

A Romantic Times review of Hills of Nevermore (Montana Gold, book 1), which just released May 1st, credited me with skillfully weaving together several genres. While that’s a nice compliment, the truth is that I just told the story.

Storytelling is a wonderful talent. Last question:

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Janalyn: I didn’t give it much thought until I turned twelve. That’s when my sixth-grade teacher suggested I consider becoming a novelist. His suggestion came on the heels of a rollicking short story I wrote for his class about some sort of high-seas adventure I’ve since forgotten. Despite my stint as the neighborhood storyteller, I had to move past my painful shyness and self-doubt to believe that I could write books.

Even then, I let a serious case of impostor syndrome hold me back. If you’re not familiar with that term, it’s when you sabotage your own success because you don’t believe you deserve it. It’s not uncommon among high achievers in particular. I had no clue I suffered from this affliction until I wrote a post about it for Live Write Breathe, my website for writers, and noticed familiar symptoms.

Recognizing that impostor syndrome holds you back takes you a long way toward overcoming it. Now I question every self-limiting thought and step out in faith to accomplish things I never thought possible.

We’re glad you overcame. 🙂 Thanks so much for dropping by today, Janalyn!

Janalyn is giving away a free copy of DawnSinger, the first book in Tales of Faeraven, which readers liken to a medieval historical novel despite its epic fantasy tendencies. Comment to enter.

Purchase Hills of Nevermore (just 99¢ for a limited time) and receive a free copy of Hearts Reunited, a western historical romance by award-winning author Miralee Ferrell. Read the details here: http://janalynvoigt.com/hills-of-nevermore-launch.

Enter the giveaway drawing to win a free antique locket like the one in the opening scene of Hills of Nevermore: http://janalynvoigt.com/hon-locket-giveaway.


By Janalyn Voigt

A headstrong young princess and the guardian sworn to protect her travel on winged horses across dangerous territory in a desperate bid to fulfill prophecy and release restoration into a divided land.

Hearts Reunited 

By Miralee Ferrell

Can Mercedes and Jesse set aside the old family feud and find their way back to the love that had only started to blossom when Jesse left?

Hills of Nevermore

By Janalyn Voigt

Can a young widow hide her secret shame from the Irish circuit preacher bent on helping her survive?

In an Idaho Territory boom town, America Liberty Reed overhears circuit preacher Shane Hayes try to persuade a hotel owner to close his saloon on Sunday. Shane lands face-down in the mud for his trouble, and there’s talk of shooting him. America intervenes and finds herself in an unexpectedly personal conversation with the blue-eyed preacher. Certain she has angered God in the past, she shies away from Shane.

Addie Martin, another widow, invites America to help in her cook tent in Virginia City, the new mining town. Even with Addie’s teenage son helping with America’s baby, life is hard. Shane urges America to depart for a more civilized location. Neither Shane’s persuasions nor road agents, murder, sickness, or vigilante violence can sway America. Loyalty and ambition hold her fast until dire circumstances force her to confront everything she believes about herself, Shane, and God.

Book’s Purchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1943959269/

Janalyn Voigt’s lifelong love of storytelling began in childhood when she dreamed up her own bedtime stories. She grew into a precocious reader, a pastime she credits with teaching her to write. Janalyn trained formally with Christian Writers Guild.

Today she is a multi-genre author and literary judge. Janalyn is represented by Wordserve Literary. Learn more about Janalyn, read the first chapters of her books, subscribe to her e-letter, and join her reader clubs at http://janalynvoigt.com.

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Hills of Nevermore


Idaho Territory, May, 1863

AMERICA WATCHED HER WAGON TRAIN SHRINK steadily in the distance, dust billowing in its wake. How could it have traveled so far in such a short time? Oh, why hadn’t she let someone know she’d needed to stop? Her friend Addie, taking a turn holding America’s baby, might not look for her unless Liberty woke and cried for her mother. Bill Baker, driving her oxen for a spell out of kindness, wouldn’t notice her absence for some time.

“I can’t have lost it!” Tears blurred the trail beneath America’s feet. She’d been a fool to wear the locket Kyle had given her. She should have kept it stashed away. When she’d felt her necklace’s chain break, she’d stopped walking at once. Why couldn’t she find it? If she didn’t come across the locket soon, she’d have to leave it behind. Catching up to the wagon train would take some doing even now, and every passing moment carried her baby, only three months old, farther away.

A meadowlark trilled, the song a sharp accent against the deeper thud of hooves.

A shiver ran down her spine. She jerked her gaze upward.

A spotted pony pranced on the path. The rider on the horse’s back watched her from dark eyes. Beneath the quillwork adorning the brave’s chest, his skin gleamed the color of robust tea. A black stripe of paint slashed across the bridge of his nose. Two tight braids fell to the sash that bound fringed leggings at the waist. Strips of cloth crisscrossed a wide forehead, and feathers fanned sideways behind his head.

A group of Indians on ponies clustered beside him. One of them called out, laughing.

The brave held up his hand for silence.

Wisps of hair escaped America’s bonnet, stinging her eyes. She clawed them away with a trembling hand. One thought crashed into another, beating to the rhythm of her wild pulse. Could she outrun them? No. What would they do to her once they caught her? Horrible. She trembled at the very idea. They could scalp and murder her. Or. If they let her live, that might be worse.

With fear burning the back of her throat and her heart pounding like the wings of a canary against the bars of its cage, America walked toward the brave. Her legs shook so badly that they threatened to collapse. But she lifted her head high and pretended chance encounters like this happened every day.

She picked her way through the sagebrush and bunch grass beside the trail. The spotted pony snorted and showed the whites of its eyes. The leader’s dark gaze swept over America, making the hair on the back of her neck prickle.

The ground gave way as pain shot through her foot. She pitched forward and sprawled beside the pony’s prancing hooves.

The brave gave a command in his native tongue that quieted his pony. He leaned down to her. She stared at the hand he extended, then past it to his face. He watched her with an expression that told her nothing.

She pushed to her knees, drew breath, and took his hand.

The brave tugged America upward and caught her in a strong grip, lifting her to sit in front of him. She perched before him astride the pony with her skirt riding up to her knees. Heat rushed into her cheeks at being so immodestly displayed. He tightened his arm around her middle, and she fought the urge to scream. Whatever he intended, a clear head might help her survive. He’d spared her life so far, but for what purpose? She’d heard tales of women forced to live with natives but had never thought such a fate might befall her.

The pony lurched into motion beneath her and went through its paces, finally stretching into a gallop. The wind of their passing fanned her face. The thundering of hooves told her the other braves followed. The ground sped by as they overtook the train and curved into the path it would travel.

But this made no sense. Why would the brave carry her toward, rather than away from, the wagon train? Did he mean to trade her for goods?

A shout went up from the wagons.

The pony slid to a stop, and her captor lowered her with swift ease. He wheeled his pony to face his waiting companions but looked back with a smile touching his lips. “Brave woman.”

“You speak English?” The words jerked from her.

His smile broke into a grin, and the pony plunged forward as the shadow of a cloud raced over the ground.

America stared after this brave who had turned from captor to rescuer. He’d done none of the things she’d dreaded and everything necessary to help her. His behavior didn’t reconcile with what she’d been told about Indians, but now was not the time to puzzle that out.

She ran toward the wagons with the prairie wavering through a sheen of tears. Two riders pulled ahead of the train to meet her. America’s joy at being set free plummeted at first sight of the red-headed miner, Pete Amesly. Why would the last person she wanted to see right now ride out to meet her?

Grant Hadley, the wagon train’s scout, reined in his Morgan beside her. “Are you all right?”

Pete drew in his chestnut quarter horse on her other side and peered at her with narrowed eyes. “What were you doing with those Indians, anyways?”

“I’m well, thank you,” she answered Grant, ignoring Pete.

The grizzled scout squinted. “What happened?”

“I stopped for a few minutes and came across some Indians.” Describing her actions made them seem even more foolish.

Pete snorted. “Why would you do a fool thing like that?”

Heat flamed across America’s cheeks. She wasn’t about to tell Pete about Kyle or the locket he’d given her.

The wagon train reached them then, sparing her from commenting as the oxen lumbered by on either side. Here on the flat prairie, the drivers fanned out their wagons to avoid breathing one another’s dust.

“That’s not important.” Grant sent Pete a scalding look before returning his attention to America. “Let’s get you back to your wagon.”

“There’s Addie now.” She gave him a grateful smile and moved off to intercept her friend. Walking a safe distance beside her wagon and the oxen driven by her mop-headed son, Travis, Addie cradled Liberty in her arms.

“I was wondering where you were.” Addie gave her a quiet smile. “My arms are starting to ache.” She looked past America to Grant and Pete. “Gentlemen?”

America took Liberty’s weight into her arms and held her daughter close. Here was a treasure more precious than any locket. She fell into step beside Addie with tears blurring her vision.

Grant kept pace astride his Morgan. “She’s had some sort of mishap, ma’am.” He cleared his throat. “Maybe you can ask her about it. Find out if she’s come to harm in any way.” His ears turning pink, he gestured with his head to Pete, and they rode off.

Addie turned a frowning face toward her. “Tell me what happened.”

“He helped me.” America spoke on a note of wonder.

“Who helped you?”

“The Indian brave. I thought he meant to kill or kidnap me, or else trade me for goods. But he helped me instead.”

Addie shook her head. “Tell me from the beginning.”

“I lagged behind the wagon train.”

“You left the train on your own?”

“It was more like it left me, but yes. I meant to stop only for a short while to—well, to look for something I dropped.”

“But you know not to fall behind. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Mr. Hughes was talking with you, or I’d have said something. I didn’t want to call attention to myself. I was bound and determined not to slow the train.”

Addie sighed. “Does this have anything to do with Pete Amesly’s objections to your joining us?”

Moisture prickled America’s eyes. “Maybe he’s right. I can barely do my share with a baby to take care of.”

“That’s hardly your fault. Granted, if you had asked to join the train when we first set out, our captains might have refused, but leaving you stranded at Fort Bridger would be quite a different matter. Christian charity required us to rescue a widow in need. Under the circumstances, no one minds doing a little extra work for you.”

“Amesly objects.”

“Oh, pshaw! Pete is so taken with gold fever he’s lost his manners. The others don’t feel the same.”

“I fear he may be right, though. I’ve slowed the train and taken others from their own chores to attend mine. I can’t help feeling like a burden.”

“Why, America Liberty Reed! I’m appalled you would say such a thing. I don’t know what I’d have done after my Clyde—” She took a breath. “After the accident, I felt I couldn’t go on. My son tried to support me, but Travis had his own grief to bear over his father’s loss. Your company eased us both. You’re a blessing not a burden and remember—I need your help cooking for the miners at Bannack.”

The idea of cooking for miners held little appeal, but other options were in short supply. “I’m touched by your kindness, although I’m not sure why you want to cast your lot in with mine.”

Addie smiled. “That’s easy. Having your help makes me feel less—alone. And you need a friend. Never mind all that about not knowing you well, by the by. I’m a good judge of people, and I could tell right off you’re decent folk.”

Addie’s judgment of people must have faltered, but no need to tell her that. Liberty stirred. Her blue eyes opened to stare at America—eyes like her father’s. America hitched a breath.

No one ever had to know her secret.


Janalyn Voigt

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Today we welcome Janalyn Voigt, author and speaker, to 3 Questions Wednesday.

(1) What is your favorite book? [Bible excluded] 

Janalyn:  There are so many books to love, but possibly my very favorite is The Moonspinners by Mary Stewart. I love just about everything this vintage author wrote. If you’re curious, I explain why she’s my favorite author with an embedded video interview in which she talks about her books at Dangerous Worlds, one of my book extra sites for readers.

Jennifer: That’s one of my favorites, also. 🙂

(2) If you could walk into any book, what literary character would you want to be?

Janalyn:  It’s funny, but I would be Aragorn from The Lord of the Rings. No, I don’t have a hidden desire to be a man, but I can relate to his struggles as king of a fallen kingdom who even in the midst of desperate circumstances must find the courage to lead his people. That’s a story of honor that resounds with me. Embracing honor for the greater good is a theme I’m drawn to explore in my Tales of Faeraven trilogy. Some of my characters make good choices and some do not, but none of them can escape the demands of honor.

(3) If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Janalyn:  I’d go on an extended tour of European castles, with Scotland and Ireland at the top of the list. I had a DNA test done to determine my ancestry and learned that my ancestors hailed from both of these countries. I’m of Bohemian ancestry, too, so that country would come in third, I suppose. Another part of my ancestors were Native Americans, but they didn’t have castles, more’s the pity.

Castles feature in my fantasy novels. I’m moving into writing romantic suspense novels as well, and of course the first project I’m tackling in that genre is set in a castle.

Thank you, Janalyn, for joining us on 3 Questions Wednesday!


DawnSinger: A headstrong young princess and the guardian sworn to protect her fly on winged horses to the Gate of Life above the Well of Light in a desperate bid to release the DawnKing, and the salvation he offers, into a divided land. Will they each learn in time that sometimes victory comes only through surrender?

WayFarer:  When an untried youth ascends to the high throne of Faeraven, his mistakes tear kingdoms apart and allow just one chance at redemption. He must humble himself before the man he banished.

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Janalyn Voigt’s unique blend of adventure, romance, suspense, and fantasy creates worlds of beauty and danger for readers. Tales of Faeraven, her epic fantasy series beginning with DawnSinger, carries the reader into a land only imagined in dreams.

Janalyn is represented by Sarah Joy Freese of Wordserve Literary. Her memberships include ACFW and NCWA.

When she’s not writing, Janalyn loves to discover worlds of adventure in the great outdoors.

Author Site for Janalyn Voigt: (author journals, travel journals, guest journals, and book news)

Site for Writers: Live Write Breathe (teaching articles plus free How to Edit PDF)


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No Time to Eat Healthy? By Janalyn Voigt

Author-and-Speaker-Janalyn-Voigt_LargerJanuary is a great month to focus on eating right but most of us are busy following through on goals or resolutions and time can be at a premium. As a writer, I’m not stranger to time stress. Blame it on inattention, but when on deadline, I found myself eating badly. When you consider that at those times I am pretty much chained to my desk, you can imagine the results when I stepped on the scale. Since I’d like to be around to see my grandchildren grow up, something had to change.

It took a few years, but I taught myself to eat well even when in a rush. I think my tips can help you, but before I give them, let me just say change hasn’t happened overnight. In the interests of disclosure I must also confess that I gained a few pounds in December. I’m happy to report, though, that this year I gained a few less pounds than my norm, a sign that my healthy-eating focus is taking hold.

Maintaining a proportionate weight is one reason to adopt healthy eating habits, but the many benefits also include having more energy, fewer illnesses, nicer skin, less dental bills, and more restful sleep. Even if you don’t struggle with overeating, my tips may still help you. My disclaimer: I don’t mean this as advice but rather I’m sharing what works for me. If you need the advice of a nutritionist, you should seek it, and if you have food allergies, you’ll want to modify my suggestions for your needs. I’ve adapted my diet for healthy eating by:

  1. Plan menus in advance. Especially when I’m rushed, I don’t have time to think about what to make for dinner. Taking time out to plan meals is a relaxing activity for me, usually on a weekend day after breakfast. At the same time I make a shopping list so I’ll have the ingredients to my meals on hand when I need them. This saves runs to the grocery store for forgotten items.
  2. Leaving the potato chips in the store. I might tell myself I’m buying them for my family, but I will eat them in greater quantities than I should. I don’t need them for a party, either. Most guests thank me for serving them healthy party food, and even if they don’t, well…it’s my party. It’s easy to delude myself into thinking I will exercise self-control, but when it comes to foods that are my personal weakness, why put myself to the test? Sure, I can have them once in a while, put I need to choose my battles wisely.
  3. Keeping wholesome grab-and-eat foods on hand. I fill the empty space in my grocery cart from the chips I’m not buying with the original fast foods. You know, things like raw fruit, vegetables, instant oatmeal, nuts and nut butters, flatbreads and rice cakes.
  4. Avoiding soda. It’s rare for me to drink a soda nowadays, and then it’s usually one made from natural ingredients. Sure, they’re more expensive, but after saving myself both money and empty calories, I figure I deserve to splurge once in a great while.
  5. Limiting caffeine. This is one I’ve had to adopt out of self-defense because I’ve suffered bouts of acid reflux, which runs in my family, and most caffeinated beverages are acidic.
  6. Drinking more water. Water is my beverage of choice during long writing sprints. I make it more interesting by adding ice. Since I’ve started focusing on drinking more water, I’ve noticed an uptick in energy and an increased ability to focus.
  7. Having the ingredients to some quick meals on hand. When on deadline, it’s not uncommon for me to forget to thaw meat for dinner. At such times, a can of black beans combined with some salsa and grated cheese and lettuce on a tortilla saves me from the fast food line.
  8. Roasting meat and potatoes. This is one of my favorite tactics because it keeps my husband happy. Chicken is good for this, too, but it takes a little more time in the preparation.  This meal works because I prepare it in quick stages I can manage when I get up from my desk to stretch my legs. First, I throw the roast in. Next the potatoes go in. After that, all I need to do is steam some vegetables. Or I can put everything together in one pot with some liquid, put it in the oven and forget about it until my timer goes off.
  9. Eating salads for lunch. Choosing the same item for lunch with variations means I don’t have to expend a lot of creative energy on deciding what to eat. I buy triple-washed salad mix in a huge tub and splurge on the kind of salad dressing you get from the refrigerator case. Fresh dressing is less likely to contain preservatives. I keep vegetables, sunflower seeds, dried cranberries, nuts, and cheeses on hand to add to the greens and mix it up. If I’m particularly hungry, I can add a roll.
  10. Reading food labels. I don’t buy anything made with partially-hydrogenated fats (also known as trans-fats) or preservatives. There are other things I watch out for. I avoid certain oils and genetically-modified foods as much as possible. I base my food choices on a simple philosophy that has served me well for years now. I believe that God made foods right in their natural forms. Therefore, if something has been irradiated or gassed, I leave it in the store. I also prefer food items made with as few ingredients as possible. For instance, one container of peanut butter might contain an additive while another has just salt and peanuts. Reading food labels is in itself a healthy eating habit.


Where did I find the will power to change my eating habits? For me, a healthy case of bull-headedness kicked in when I reached a point of dissatisfaction that elevated my desire to change into a need. Or, as Tony Robbins famously pointed out, “change happens when the pain of staying the same is greater than the pain of change.”

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Find Janalyn’s newest release, WayFarer here…


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WayFarer: When an untried youth ascends to the high throne of Faeraven, his mistakes tear kingdoms apart and allow just one chance at redemption. He must humble himself before the man he banished.

About Janalyn Voigt

As children, my older brother and I would beg my father for bedtime stories, and he would give them.  His deep voice rumbled against my ear at his chest as he unfolded stories of exotic places like Oz and Neverland. My imagination carried on with the tales even after he closed the book for the night. When eventually he stopped reading stories, I began creating my own.

Within a few years I’d become storyteller of my neighborhood. The other children would gather in a circle on our lawn while I invented stories to entertain them. No one, including myself, thought of this as anything unusual. It wasn’t until my sixth-grade teacher pointed out my ability to spin a tale that I and my parents took note. This is how at the age of twelve I decided to become a novelist. At it turns out, the fulfillment of that dream took a few more years than planned.

Find out more about Janalyn, her closet writing office, and her books at the author website for Janalyn Voigt

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Today we welcome Janalyn Voigt, author and literary judge , to 3 Questions Wednesday.

(1) Do you watch reality television? Why or why not?

Janalyn: I almost never watch television, period. I lived for several years in the Australian outback where we had no television. Life moved in to fill the void so completely I had to wonder how I’d found time for television before. After returning to the States, I made a conscious decision never to take up a steady diet of television again. Life is the richer for my having held to that choice.

I’m not anti-television by any means, and on the rare occasion I’ll watch something my husband has on. I have found a show featuring a survival expert escaping from the wilderness interesting, and that show might be considered a form of reality television.

(2) What are your thoughts on e-publishing?

Janalyn: The publishing world as a whole is absorbing the impact of what is known as a disruptive technology. The advent of digital photography is an example of how a new technology can completely change the way we do things. Companies already in existence will either allow themselves to become obsolete or adapt to survive. Opportunities flourish during times of change, especially for early adopters. We saw that in the successes of e-book millionaires like Amanda Hocking, who rose to fame by selling over a million copies of her e-books at the 99-cent price point.

As a writer, I’m grateful for the opportunities e-publishing affords. It’s never been easier for a writer to move into print. However, that is also a problem as we flood the market with new releases. It’s important to stand out through the quality of your writing, and that usually means hiring an editor.

As a reader, I’d rather curl up with a print book than a backlit screen. As a literary judge and book reviewer, I read almost every night. Spending long hours on the computer each day, means that I do what I can to protect my vision. Print books are also easier to read at the same time as another family member, an important consideration in a household of readers.

(3) Which do you prefer? Facebook or Twitter?

Janalyn: I like them differently.
I find Twitter to be a powerful medium that has driven traffic to my website and I believe, although I can’t completely track them, book sales. Twitter has been called Facebook Light, because of its short updates and the relative ease with which you can maintain a presence there.

My Facebook page has morphed into something of a mini-forum for writers. Since I enjoy talking shop and writers are one of my audiences, it works out well. I’m also reclaiming my page a little to accommodate my novel readers. Readers and writers usually don’t mind rubbing shoulders.
Thanks for hosting me today. Your questions were a lot of fun to answer. jv 2

Thank you, Janalyn, for joining us on 3 Questions Wednesday! Make sure to leave a comment to be entered in a drawing for three kindle or nook copies of DawnSinger.

jvACFW Book Club Pick!
DawnSinger, Tales of Faeraven #1, an epic fantasy adventure from Harbourlight (Pelican Book Group) by Janalyn Voigt ~ escape into worlds of beauty and danger

Sometimes victory comes only through surrender.
Purchase DawnSinger.

As a thank-you to readers, I maintain separate sites for fans of fantasy, historical fiction, and romantic suspense. Click my name to explore them: Janalyn Voigt

Janalyn Voigt’s unique blend of adventure, romance, suspense, and fantasy creates worlds of beauty and danger for readers. Beginning with DawnSinger, her epic fantasy series, Tales of Faeraven, carries the reader into a land only imagined in dreams.

Janalyn also writes western romance novels, and will publish in that genre under Janalyn Irene Voigt. She is represented by Sarah Joy Freese of Wordserve Literary. Janalyn serves as a literary judge for several international contests and is an active book reviewer. Her memberships include ACFW and NCWA.

When she’s not writing, Janalyn loves to find worlds of adventure in the great outdoors.