J.W. Ellenhall
@jwellenhall.bsky.social
Novelist. USA-born, but raised abroad. Married. //
Insta @j.ellenhall // www.jwellenhall.com // My Weekly Cozy Sci-Fi Comedy series (with once a month writing insights) is at jwellenhallnovelist.substack.com
Insta @j.ellenhall // www.jwellenhall.com // My Weekly Cozy Sci-Fi Comedy series (with once a month writing insights) is at jwellenhallnovelist.substack.com
The Boy Who Steals Houses was such an amazing book! I also couldn’t put it down, and it made me cry many times. What a masterpiece! You have great taste 😁
September 3, 2025 at 5:49 AM
The Boy Who Steals Houses was such an amazing book! I also couldn’t put it down, and it made me cry many times. What a masterpiece! You have great taste 😁
I try to stop my male characters from always “running their fingers through their hair” 😂
June 28, 2025 at 4:46 PM
I try to stop my male characters from always “running their fingers through their hair” 😂
Cat that agreed to model but would not be petted
June 27, 2025 at 3:16 PM
Cat that agreed to model but would not be petted
Yes, timeline tracking was a game changer for me when revising
June 27, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Yes, timeline tracking was a game changer for me when revising
I have seen a book that became highly successful take off when it had NO book comps at all. Only a couple of movie comps instead.
June 19, 2025 at 1:14 PM
I have seen a book that became highly successful take off when it had NO book comps at all. Only a couple of movie comps instead.
Go to the link jwellenhallnovelist.substack.com
April 25, 2025 at 4:03 PM
Go to the link jwellenhallnovelist.substack.com
OMG that’s too adorable
April 24, 2025 at 5:42 PM
OMG that’s too adorable
I can’t move, can’t scream.
He says, “Told you I’d get free.”
The white stones appear before me, tokens left on his grave.
His spirit surges up from them, a fury that swirls into a writhing mass of endless arms and gaping teeth ready to drag me down to the deepest pit of hell.
#writeCBC
He says, “Told you I’d get free.”
The white stones appear before me, tokens left on his grave.
His spirit surges up from them, a fury that swirls into a writhing mass of endless arms and gaping teeth ready to drag me down to the deepest pit of hell.
#writeCBC
April 3, 2025 at 5:27 PM
I can’t move, can’t scream.
He says, “Told you I’d get free.”
The white stones appear before me, tokens left on his grave.
His spirit surges up from them, a fury that swirls into a writhing mass of endless arms and gaping teeth ready to drag me down to the deepest pit of hell.
#writeCBC
He says, “Told you I’d get free.”
The white stones appear before me, tokens left on his grave.
His spirit surges up from them, a fury that swirls into a writhing mass of endless arms and gaping teeth ready to drag me down to the deepest pit of hell.
#writeCBC