I’m an extroverted introvert, a writer, a gypsy with a camera. All of these things make for some great stories.
Linda Donahue is the author of the soon-to-be New York Times bestselling novel Broken. She’s also the writer of numerous short stories, a poet, and a photographer whose work has been exhibited at shows in New York and Miami. She’s been featured in the Palm Beach Post, Women’s World, the Wall Street Journal, and online at Lost in Cheeseland and HiP Paris. A long time ago, she appeared on the Mike & Maty show as well as numerous local television and radio programs. A former creative director and copywriter, she’s served on the board of directors of several local and regional organizations, including the American Heart Association, Tobacco Free Florida, and Florida Governor Jeb Bush’s Women and Heart Disease Task Force. A proud native of the Garden State, she currently resides in Miami with her dog, Bonzo.
Frequently Asked Questions:
You’re from New Jersey?
Proudly so. I’m from the same town that brought you Harlan Coben, Chelsea Handler, and Chris Christie.
What’s the best Bruce Springsteen song?
The one that’s playing right now.
When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
I can’t remember not wanting to be a writer.
What are your favorite books?
To Kill a Mockingbird (Harper Lee), Desiree (Annemarie Selinko), The Source (James Michener), Bird by Bird (Anne Lamott), The Sheltering Sky (Paul Bowles), Life of Pi (Yann Martel), The Patron Saint of Liars (Ann Patchett), Winter Garden (Kristin Hannah), The Prince of Tides (Pat Conroy), Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen)
When did you take up photography?
My first experience with a camera was in front of it. My father, a lawyer by trade, took up photography as a hobby while I was in my “tween” years. He was pretty darned good, but as a self-taught artist, he learned his craft through experimentation. Unfortunately, I was the subject of that experimentation. Dad learned depth of field, lighting and exposure by placing me in myriad uncomfortable situations—indoors, outdoors and in pitch dark rooms. I believe several sections of the Geneva Convention were violated as my father tortured me for countless hours. Having been traumatized by my experience, I took up photography as therapy while in high school. My father fled in fear each time I tried to get him to pose for me (knowing I was out for revenge), so I began aiming my lens at inanimate objects and landscapes. I put the camera aside for a while when I went to college, focusing instead on honing my writing skills. I kept it in storage while I began a career as a writer. But after a few years, I needed a creative escape that didn’t require thinking or words, I dusted off my Canon and rediscovered a world of inspiration. It was like gaining entrée into a dimension that few could see, where I could capture incredible moments in time and space. Best of all, it’s an unlimited reservoir of inspiration I can tap into. And now it’s how I see the world.
What else inspires you?
I take inspiration in the way human beings interact with the world. When a person with limited means gives what he or she has to someone with even less, I find myself wanting to be more generous. When a person keeps jumping over hurdles others think impossible to achieve a dream or purpose, that makes me want to work harder. When an unknown artist/musician/writer risks all to share themselves with the world, it makes me a little more fearless in doing the same. But, mostly, it’s kindness that I find most inspirational. Imagine having the worst day, or struggling through a difficult life, yet still finding something within, some reservoir of strength, to smile and offer yourself with compassion and love to the world… holy merde, I want to be a better person.
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READ ABOUT SOME OF THE BOOKS I’VE READ HERE.
CHECK OUT MY FAVORITE WEBSITES HERE.
HERE’S SOME OF THE MUSIC THAT MOVES ME.
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