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Jean M. Auel Biography

Jean Marie Auel (/ˈdʒiːn məˈriː ˈaʊl/; née Untinen; born February 18, 1936) is a Finnish-American writer who wrote the Earth's Children books, a series of novels set in prehistoric Europe that explores human activities during this time, and touches on the interactions of Cro-Magnon people with Neanderthals. Her books have sold more than 45 million copies worldwide.

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Science Fiction is not just about the future of space ships travelling to other planets, it is fiction based on science and I am using science as my basis for my fiction, but it's the science of prehistory - palaeontology and archaeology - rather than astronomy or physics.

Astronomy, Fiction, Journey, Physics, Planets, Space

Though my books are written from a historical perspective, I have goon so far back that I am in the realm of prehistorical speculation rather than simple historical fact to weave my stories around.

Book, Simple, Perspective, Stories, Books, Speculation

I probably read 100 times more than I write, but that way when I move my characters through it, I know.

Character, Move, Moving, Way, Write, Writing

The idea led me into the research, which continues to give me more ideas for the story.

Giving, Idea, Ideas, Led, Research, Stories

Ayla, I looked for you all my life and didn't know I was looking. You are everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed of in a woman, and more. You are a fascinating enigma, a paradox. You are totally honest, open; you hide nothing: yet you are the most mysterious woman I've ever met.

Hide, Honest, Know, Mysterious Woman, Paradox, Totally

Illness and accidents were mysterious manifestations of the war of the spirits, fought on the battleground of the body.

Body, Fought, Illness, Spirit, Spirits, War

She loved him, more than she could ever find words for, but this love he felt for her was not quite the same. It wasn't so much stronger, as more demanding, more insistent. As though he feared he would lose that which he had finally won.

Fear, Stronger, Felt, Won, Demanding

Again Creb grunted. It was the usual noncommittal comment used by men when responding to a woman. It carried only enough meaning to indicate the woman had been understood, without acknowledging too much significance in what she said.

Meaning, Men, Noncommittal, Too Much, Usual, Woman

You learn to write by writing, and by reading and thinking about how writers have created their characters and invented their stories. If you are not a reader, don't even think about being a writer.

Character, Characters, Learn, Reader, Reading, Writing

You weren't being punished. You were waiting for me.

Waiting, Punished

They stared at each other, wanting each other, drawn to each other, but their silent shout of love went unheard in the roar of misunderstanding, and the clatter of culturally ingrained beliefs.

Belief, Ingrained, Misunderstanding, Roar, Shout, Silent

Life is neither static nor unchanging. With no individuality, there can be no change, no adaptation and, in an inherently changing world, any species unable to adapt is also doomed.

Changing, Individuality, Life Is, Species, Static, World

It took some time to gather the research and develop it into the storyline, and to finally finish an origin myth poem that I had been working on for twenty years.

Years, Twenties, Research, Time, Working, Gather

I have heard Science Fiction and Fantasy referred to as the fiction of ideas, and I like that definition, but it's the mainstream public that chooses my books for the most part.

Book, Definition, Fiction, Ideas, Like

I really fell in love with Africa.

Africa, Fell, Love

The other mammoths were as protective of the dying as they were of newborns, and they gathered around tying to make the fallen one get up. When all was over, they buried the dead ancestor under piles of dirt, grass, leaves, or snow. Mammoths were even known to bury other dead animals, including humans.

Animal, Dead, Dirt, Dying, Mammoths, Snow

She lifted the drooping muzzle with both hands. . . It was a special embrace saved for special occasions.

Hands, Horse, Muzzle, Saved, Special

And that's how I start myself. I usually go back a couple of pages, maybe to the beginning of the chapter, and I start reading. And as I'm reading, I'm tweaking - putting in a different word, changing the syntax, putting that clause over there, you know that sort of thing.

Couple, Different, Pages, Reading, Start

I started writing to please myself, a story I would like to read, and that is still true.

Please, Read, Stories, Writing

I can't tell you any more than any other writer can tell you why they write, and I don't know what my influences are.

Influence, Know, Knows, Tell, Writer, Writing

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