When Your Muse Abandons You
Back in the fall of 2015, I was writing my National Novel Writing Month novel for the 6th year in a row, and as with the previous 5 years, I was confident I would be a winner (I normally end up writing about 80,000 words which is 30k over the 50k goal you need to reach to be declared a winner of NaNoWriMo).
Helping Mental Health - One Edit at a Time
I’m a big lover of psychology (having taken it in university as part of my Criminology degree, along with various psychology diplomas and certificates later on - thanks Covid pandemic and online learning!), as I’m a lifelong learner. And importantly mental health seems to be at the forefront of the societal psyche at the moment (which is great for helping to end the stigma of mental health issues and conditions).
Radio Silence - part 3
MELANIE Melanie stared at herself in the small bathroom mirror. The bags under her eyes seemed even darker than the day before.
7 Things You Shouldn't Say To Me
Do you ever have people - sometimes strangers and sometimes people you know - say things to you that make you wonder: why on earth are you saying that? Do you hear yourself? I am so insulted/offended!
Radio Silence - Part 2
He took his keys out of his pocket and absent-mindedly put them on the small square side table next to the couch and not hanging up on the key rack by the front door. Joe looked out the window. In the darkness of the early morning, before the sun had even risen he could see his reflection. He looked even more pale than he usually did. He had felt a bit not himself the night before but nothing too out of the ordinary.
Strong at the Broken Places
Do any of you write post-apocalyptic fiction? I don’t know about you, but it feels very odd…a bit too close to the bone to write post apocalyptic fiction during the Covid-19 pandemic. Before 2020 it was just fiction and now, it’s kind of become reality (except if you’re writing about aliens or zombies or what-have-you, then that throws it back into the fiction realm, but only just). I just finished writing a post-apocalyptic fiction story that I’d stopped writing shortly after I started it in 2015, because my mom died (well, and also because I was kind of stuck too).
Who Am I?
Who Am I? That's a loaded question for just 3 simple words, but here goes: I am from the soggy part of the Great White North, otherwise known as Vancouver, BC, Canada.
*Authors Note* I started this story back in November 2015 (before the pandemic, eerily, considering the subject matter), and stopped writing it in December 2015 when my mom passed away. So I'm sharing it in parts, and hoping to finish it as I share it here (I have 50,000 words written so far, so a large chunk).