{"id":793,"date":"2026-03-03T08:25:17","date_gmt":"2026-03-03T14:25:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/engage.augsburg.edu\/howlingbird\/?p=793"},"modified":"2026-03-17T12:29:48","modified_gmt":"2026-03-17T17:29:48","slug":"2025-fiction-prize-winner-interview-annie-bruno","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/engage.augsburg.edu\/howlingbird\/2026\/03\/03\/2025-fiction-prize-winner-interview-annie-bruno\/","title":{"rendered":"2025 Fiction Prize Winner Interview: Annie Bruno"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/engage.augsburg.edu\/howlingbird\/files\/2026\/02\/Until-You-Find-Your-Way_Bruno_rev1-3-scaled.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-789 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/engage.augsburg.edu\/howlingbird\/files\/2026\/02\/Until-You-Find-Your-Way_Bruno_rev1-3-197x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"197\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/engage.augsburg.edu\/howlingbird\/files\/2026\/02\/Until-You-Find-Your-Way_Bruno_rev1-3-197x300.jpeg 197w, https:\/\/engage.augsburg.edu\/howlingbird\/files\/2026\/02\/Until-You-Find-Your-Way_Bruno_rev1-3-673x1024.jpeg 673w, https:\/\/engage.augsburg.edu\/howlingbird\/files\/2026\/02\/Until-You-Find-Your-Way_Bruno_rev1-3-768x1169.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/engage.augsburg.edu\/howlingbird\/files\/2026\/02\/Until-You-Find-Your-Way_Bruno_rev1-3-1009x1536.jpeg 1009w, https:\/\/engage.augsburg.edu\/howlingbird\/files\/2026\/02\/Until-You-Find-Your-Way_Bruno_rev1-3-1346x2048.jpeg 1346w, https:\/\/engage.augsburg.edu\/howlingbird\/files\/2026\/02\/Until-You-Find-Your-Way_Bruno_rev1-3-scaled.jpeg 1682w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 197px) 100vw, 197px\" \/><\/a>If anyone had told Annie Bruno that the novel she thought was on the verge of publication wouldn\u2019t come out for another 30 years, she would never have believed it. How did she sustain her belief? She didn\u2019t. But she found her way back to the novel, and it found its way into the world.<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/itascabooks.com\/products\/until-you-find-your-way-1\">Preorder\u00a0<em>Until You Find Your Way<\/em>\u00a0from Itasca Books<\/a>,\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Until-You-Find-Your-Way\/dp\/1736577794\">Amazon<\/a>,\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.barnesandnoble.com\/w\/until-you-find-your-way-annie-bruno\/1148873493\">Barnes and Noble<\/a>, or\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/p\/books\/until-you-find-your-way-annie-bruno\/180f9751c12d4386?ean=9781736577790&amp;next=t\">Bookshop\u00a0<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"><strong>What inspired you to write Until You Find Your Way?<\/strong><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>The novel began with Beada, inspired by the memory of a childhood friend\u2019s mother who raised horses in rural Minnesota. She was strong, self-assured, and a little loose with rules\u2014qualities that made her magnetic to me as a young girl. After high school I left that rural landscape, but the memory of her never left me. She embodied a physical confidence and groundedness that felt elemental, almost mythic, and I think I carried that image of her into adulthood as a kind of touchstone.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>As Beada developed on the page, she became more than that early inspiration. She evolved into a composite of women I\u2019ve known\u2014my mother included\u2014and parts of myself. My mother also carried beauty and strength, though hers was quieter, less overtly rebellious. The tension between those two expressions of womanhood fascinated me. Beada\u2019s story grew into an exploration of the quiet struggle between expectation and inner truth, particularly within family life.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>In the novel, Beada is living through that middle terrain in raising a family\u2014those adolescent years\u2014when communication becomes more fraught and expectations go underground. Parents and children begin wrestling privately with identities that no longer align as easily as they once did. The early death of Beada and Porter\u2019s first child intensifies her isolation. Grief becomes an unspoken presence at the table. Everyone longs for connection, yet each retreats inward. That dynamic\u2014yearning and distance existing simultaneously\u2014became the emotional center of the book.<\/p>\n<p class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"><strong>What does \u201cstrong\u201d mean to you?<\/strong><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>Strength, to me, is the balance between taking responsibility for your life and being willing to ask for what you need. The first requires self-knowledge. You have to understand who you are\u2014what feels true\u2014before you can move toward it. Without that clarity, it\u2019s easy to live according to expectations and then quietly blame others for the dissatisfaction that follows.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>That blame can break bonds. In the novel, both generations are coming of age. Beada and Porter are navigating separation\u2014physical and emotional\u2014while their children are trying to define themselves as adults. Father Sean, the third point in the unconventional love triangle, is also caught between duty and authenticity. Each character, in their own way, is trapped in the gap between the life prescribed to them and the life that feels honest.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>In fact, the epigraph of the novel is a line from a poem by Eamon Grennan about being trapped. The novel is structured based on that line about a bat caught indoors, out of his element and seeking freedom. All of the novel&#8217;s characters are caught like that bat, blind to each other in certain ways as they find their way to that open window where the struggle ends.<\/p>\n<p class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"><strong>Why portray women\u2019s interior lives with such depth?<\/strong><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>Our interior lives are the source of common ground that make novels so powerful. As a young reader, novels that revealed women\u2019s private thoughts helped me recognize and trust my own. Their stories made me feel less alone in experiences I was having that no one talked about.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>That interest in interiority deepened during my graduate study. I wrote about A Question of Power by Bessie Head, a semi-autobiographical novel exploring identity, exile, and mental illness under apartheid in South Africa. I also studied Nectar in a Sieve by Kamala Markandaya, which portrays a woman married at twelve and struggling to maintain her resilience during social upheaval in India. Though my life was vastly different\u2014and far easier\u2014these books shaped how I understood interiority as a site of resistance and dignity.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>I have also always been interested in the relationship between women\u2019s inner lives and their bodies. Girls often become objects of perception before they have fully formed their own self-understanding. Fiction helps women to distinguish what is true about themselves from what others want them to be. Being able to distinguish that from a young age makes an enormous difference in the paths women take and ultimately how fulfilling their lives become.\u00a0<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"><strong>What drew you to explore grief and a love triangle?<\/strong><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>Grief asks for a particular kind of intimacy. It is inexpressible, yet it demands expression. When someone experiences profound loss, language often fails. It can feel impossible to be met by another person\u2014emotionally, physically, spiritually\u2014at the depth of that pain.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>The love triangle in the novel emerged organically from a confession scene. Beada, who is not religious and feels like an outsider in her small town, nevertheless continued to go to confession after leaving the church because it gave her a space to talk candidly about her own life. After her son\u2019s death, her talks with Father Sean became increasingly essential. They gave her comfort and solace her husband was at a loss to provide. Because of that, she both longed for her connection with Father Sean and resisted it.\u00a0<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>Porter, meanwhile, is not completely absent. He is struggling in his own way to return to the family\u2014to repair what he cannot articulate. He senses Beada\u2019s distance and perceives the presence of a third party but misidentifies both her motivation and the person. As Beada, Porter, and Father Sean collide and retreat, as they deal with the aftershocks of their actions, each must confront what they truly want and what they are willing to sacrifice to get it.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"><strong>How does the 1993 small-town setting shape the story?<\/strong><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>If not set in 1993, the novel could not have unfolded as does. Without the internet, mobile phones, or social media, distance carried real weight. Porter, living abroad in Bangkok, cannot easily bridge the gap with his children in Minnesota. Communication requires effort and is often untimely. Silence lingers longer, and so do secrets. Geographic cures are more effective because emotional separation is inherent in long distances.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>For the children, their father\u2019s life in Bangkok feels mysterious, almost mythic, on one hand, but on the other, so far away as to have no real meaning or impact on their own lives, a feeling that extends to their father himself.<\/p>\n<p class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\">The other significant part of the 1990s setting is that the kids grow up and make decisions in relatively privacy, something that doesn\u2019t seem to exist for teens anymore. Emilee\u2019s choices about school and Barry\u2019s unusually mature relationship with an older girl develop without the constant visibility and scrutiny that now seems inherent to adolescent lives.\u00a0<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"><strong>What role does storytelling play today, especially for women\u2019s voices?<\/strong><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>To me, storytelling remains what it has always been: sharing an experience that can provide an escape or a homecoming for others. It transports us into another consciousness while deepening our own.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>What&#8217;s different now is that women\u2019s voices feel clearer and more unapologetic in my lifetime. When I listened to Catherine Connolly speak after taking office in Ireland in 2025, I was struck by how grounded her speech felt in priorities often voiced by women\u2014care, equity, interconnectedness. It signaled to me how much space has opened for women to articulate power differently.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>Literature and film that center women\u2019s experiences\u2014and pass measures like the Bechdel-Wallace Test\u2014expand that space further. When readers encounter complex female protagonists, they internalize broader definitions of leadership, strength, and vulnerability. Storytelling doesn\u2019t replace policy or activism, but it shapes the emotional landscape in which those forces operate. It builds empathy, and empathy precedes change.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"><strong>Can you describe your creative process?<\/strong><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>My process always begins with an image, whether it\u2019s an image from a memory or something that I see or witness in the moment. When that image is strong enough, a story begins to take shape in my mind. All it takes is one scene that leads to another then another. The potency of that one image, for me, can launch a whole world. I\u2019m not one for outlines, but once I have a first draft, I do map the primary and secondary story arcs. Every character needs to go on a journey of some kind. The need to change and evolve for us to care about them.\u00a0<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>Editing is something I enjoy, so a big part of my process is doing an entire pass on the novel focused on one thing: the transitions between chapters, deepening the sense of place or a certain relationship. I have rewritten more than one novel changing from a first person to third person omniscient narration. That creates a number of interesting tradeoffs: distinct voices for the ability to shift between points of view in a single scene is one example.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>Having readers and feedback is a huge part of my process too. Finding a close reader who wants to help you is an enormous gift. I had several who helped Until You Find Your Way become what it is today.\u00a0<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"><strong>What challenges did you face?<\/strong><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>The hardest challenge was sustaining belief. Writing a novel requires enormous patience\u2014not only with the work but with yourself. Your understanding of truth evolves as you age. Sometimes a new insight demands a structural change that ripples through hundreds of pages. You can spend months reworking a single motivation.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>There were moments when trusted readers questioned revisions I knew were necessary. Holding onto my own sense of the book\u2019s direction, even when external validation wavered, was the most difficult task. Yet those revisions ultimately made the novel deeper and more aligned with what felt meaningful to me. What I guess I&#8217;m saying is that sometimes you, as the writer, know best, and backing yourself can be harder than you think it will be.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"><strong>What was your journey to publication like?<\/strong><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>Long and nonlinear. I began the novel in my early twenties. The first draft was 575 pages, mailed in a cardboard box to an agent. It was once close to publication\u2014an editor even took me to lunch in a restaurant where John F. Kennedy Jr. was at an adjacent table\u2014but it ultimately did not sell.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>I was devastated. I concluded, incorrectly, that I had written the wrong kind of book. For years I tried other forms\u2014short stories, essays, a screenplay, a young adult novel. Those explorations were valuable, but they also delayed my return to this manuscript.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>Then, in 2021, I was visiting a childhood friend who was dying of cancer. She asked about my first novel, and I told her it was sitting on a shelf. She said, so simply, \u201cYou have to publish it.\u201d I knew in that moment I would, somehow. When I read it again, after so many years, I realized the book still mattered to me.\u00a0<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>When I was ready to try again to find a publisher for Until You Find Your Way, I chose not to use an agent. Instead, I researched contests and submitted to the Howling Bird Press Fiction Prize. Only later did I realize the press was affiliated with Augsburg University, my undergraduate alma mater. When the novel won, it felt unexpectedly full circle. The book had found its home in the same state where it was born imaginatively and where I first began to write seriously.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"><strong>What do you hope readers take away?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>I hope readers find strength for whatever they are facing. If the characters\u2019 choices reveal an opening\u2014a possibility for courage, reconciliation, or self-recognition\u2014that would mean that my novel did what so many novels have done for me. I\u2019m so grateful to so many writers, and this is my attempt to return that intimate experience.<br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/><br class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\" \/>And I do think reading fiction, in particular, is inherently intimate. You sit alone, yet you are accompanied deeply. My hope is that this book offers that companionship. If it makes lasting friends, then it has done more than I could have ever asked of it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If anyone had told Annie Bruno that the novel she thought was on the verge of publication wouldn\u2019t come out for another 30 years, she would never have believed it. How did she sustain her belief? She didn\u2019t. 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