Ryan Winfield

New York Times Bestselling Author

Official website of New York Times bestselling author Ryan Winfield.

ryan winfield headshot.JPG

Ryan Winfield is the New York Times bestselling author of seven novels translated into more than eight languages. He lives in Seattle.

If your book club or organization would like to arrange an appearance from Ryan, either in person or via Skype, please send him a private message at facebook.com/ryanwinfield.

Ryan Winfield scouting story locations in Iceland's Westfjords, 2016.

Ryan Winfield scouting story locations in Iceland's Westfjords, 2016.

I've been asked why I write. I write because I remember.

I remember waking up to snow. Great buckets of it poured from the gray skies and blanketing everything in quiet white. I remember racing to dress, struggling with my boots. "Here, don't forget your mittens." I remember the soft thump of that first footstep in the cold and virgin powder, the tracks looking back, foghorns blowing on the mist-covered bay. I feel the canvas paper bag cutting into my shoulders, the weight of Sunday's headlines heavy on my mind. I see the trees bowed with armloads of white, as if to curtsey my passing. I remember rubber bands and ink stained hands. A car spun sideways in a ditch. Always a car. Then barking dogs, a distant chainsaw. Freckles throwing fastballs that hurt for the cold of them on my neck. I remember snowmen, and igloos, and icy trails through the white and wondrous woods. And I remember sweet Mrs. Johnson waiting at her door. The smell of Avon powder, her thin smile, an envelope pressed into my palm--ten dollars and a peppermint candy cane thank you. Evening now. I remember running downtown--Salvation Army bells, white lights strung in sidewalk trees, bundled shoppers bent against the wind. I remember the heavy door, the warmth, the wood. The bookstore! Smells of paper and leather and ink. Walls of worlds bound and waiting for me to read.

Nothing has affected me as much as reading has. Dickens, Tolkien, and Lewis raised me. And while I've walked through my own hell, made my own mistakes, and found my own redemption, always there have been books. Books to help me escape, books to teach me when to stay and fight, books to help me see where I've been wrong and where I've been right.

I write because I remember. And I write because I still dream.

"Travel is an important piece of my writing process. Not only does it fire my imagination, but it also provides unique perspective and context for my characters." - Ryan Winfield, South Africa

"Travel is an important piece of my writing process. Not only does it fire my imagination, but it also provides unique perspective and context for my characters." - Ryan Winfield, South Africa

Ryan Winfield talks JANE'S MELODY and his Atria Books deal with KOMO's Liz Dueweke - for more, visit Facebook.com/RyanWinfield
 
6133_1196611151438_522042_n - Copy.jpg

Poem of the month

I found a paper plane.

I flew it home,
across a sea of time
where morning mist glides
over old man Ikeard’s pond,
climbs the willow where I hide
to hear his lonely rowing song
into shadows—
licked away by midday sun
wading now in shady shallows.
Run perch, run—fingerlings
memories swim beyond my grip
flare and fade forever
from the tip of my marshmallow stick—
when twilit oaks shiver
their fallen brothers burn the wind
distant campfires spark
the world mysterious again,
I hear mother’s call
echo across pond and time
tuck me in—
my pillow smells of pine
fold the day up in goodnight.
Sleep son, sleep—dreams
paper planes sent into the night,
what any of it means
I’ll forget by morning light.

RyanWinfield.com is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to amazon.com.

Home screen image by Sarah T Skinner. Background image of Paris by Ryan Winfield.