I was born in 1968 and grew up in my grandmother's house in suburban Connecticut, where I was convinced a ghost named Virgil lived in the attic. Jennifer McMahon atticbearconnecticut Change image and share on social
You can have the greatest characters in the world and write beautifully, but if nothing's happening, the story falls on its face pretty quickly. Jennifer McMahon beautifullycharacterface Change image and share on social
My grandmother was a psychiatrist and possibly the ultimate of all skeptics. But even she couldn't explain the strange noises we so often heard in the attic. Jennifer McMahon atticexplaingrandmother Change image and share on social
Poetry taught me a great deal about language and images, but when it came to plotting, I was stumped. It's been very much a learn-by-doing thing for me. Jennifer McMahon dealgreatimage Change image and share on social
In all honesty, I didn't love reading when I was a kid. I'd rather be running around in the woods or doing my best to scare the pants off all the children in the neighborhood by pretending my house was haunted or making them play Bloody Mary in the bathroom. Jennifer McMahon bathroombloodychild share on social
One exercise I always do when I'm getting to know a character is ask her to tell me her secrets. Sit down with a pen and paper, and start with, 'I never told anybody...' and go from there, writing in the voice of your character. Jennifer McMahon characterexercisepaper share on social
I think of setting as almost a character of its own, influencing the other characters in ways they're not even aware of. So much of the success of a good ghost story rides on creating a creepy atmosphere; details of the landscape itself can help create a sense of dread. Jennifer McMahon atmosphereawarecharacter share on social
I just try to write the best story I can, a story I would love to read, and hope that readers feel the same. Jennifer McMahon feelhopelove Change image and share on social
Some things, I think, like fairy books and secret doors, are only meant to be found by children. Jennifer McMahon bookchilddoor Change image and share on social
I believed then - in a deep, easy way that is impossible for me as an adult - that there was more to this world than meets the eye. Trees had spirits; the wind spoke. If you followed a toad or a raven deep into the heart of the forest, they were sure to lead you to something magical. Jennifer McMahon adultbelievedeep share on social