Linda L. Hersey
Categories: Female Authors - Anglophone Authors - Poets - Novelists - Dramatists - Authors of Non-Fiction - Fundy Coast
Source: Author / auteure
I grew up in Saint John and graduated from Simonds High School. I am a freelance newspaper reporter, a playwright and greeting card author, and my short stories and poetry have appeared in various Canadian and US magazines, periodicals and anthologies. I have written ten books to date including several contemporary novels under the pen name Eden Monroe.
Writing for me is a passion.
How has New Brunswick influenced your work?
New Brunswick continues to be a huge influence on me as a writer. I have the enormous privilege of routinely interviewing interesting New Brunswickers in every walk of life, and I incorporate many parts of this beautiful province in my work. New Brunswick is an irresistible treasure trove of stunning scenery, fascinating history, unique settings and intriguing people.
What is your favourite New Brunswick book, and why?
A difficult question because we have a wealth of great authors in New Brunswick across a broad spectrum. A book that I revisit often is Freeman Patterson's Embracing Creation. It never ceases to be an enriching experience.
What do you consider to be the highlight of your career so far?
A career highlight for sure was seeing my first book, Elsie! An Authorized Biography (1998) on the Globe & Mail's Top Ten Bestseller list.
|Salivan International Short Story Contest - 2000
|Salivan International Short Story Contest - 1999
Life on the Edge: The Inside Story of the RCMP in Atlantic Canada
In just seven days, I was on the road again, this time a 463-kilometrre drive to Campbellton, nestled in the shadow of the Appalachians' Sugarloaf Mountain on the Restigouche River. Shortly into the shift there, a call came in for an accident with injuries. Constable Richard Bernard, an eleven-year veteran of the Force in 2001, stomped on the gas pedal, flipping the lights and siren on as we sped to the scene – already crowded with vehicles and onlookers when we pulled up. We quickly descended the ten-foot embankment to where the green and white Kawasaki dirt bike lay on its side, leaking gasoline, where it had landed beside nearby railroad tracks…