Harper Collins published my novel "The Gorgeous Girls". My feature film screenplay "Sideshow Bandit" has won several awards at film festivals. I have a new feature film screenplay called "A Girl Like I" and it's looking for a producer.
As I open the old journal, an aroma flutters from its pages - not mold, not must, but love gone sour, the ripe odour of hate. Yet the book seems untouched: its pages as white and pristine as the snow falling outside. Riffling, I glimpse his scrawl in the middle, and there it is: the stench of his inky invectives.
This Crazy Tumble
“Only connect", the novelist EM Forster wrote. His character (Margaret in Howard's End) was suggesting a union of "passion and prose" (or the inner and outer life), but those two words - only connect - have become a rallying cry for the 21st century, expressing the importance of people relating to one another in an increasingly fragmented world.
- Runner-Up in We Have a Dream Challenge
Magic Sparkle Bubble KissRunner-Up in We Have a Dream Challenge
I read about a rich couple who bought an oceanfront property. The shells on their beach were boring, so they had a servant go out to place dazzling specimens along their daily route. Their children would thrill to find them on their afternoon stroll.
- Top Story - January 2024
The Way I Wear My HatTop Story - January 2024
I sat with my hats today, trying to decide their homes. If you hang your hats on a wall, there’s joy in seeing their style & grace: the fabrics, feathers, buttons & bows! But also - some hats attract so much dust that when you take them off the hook to wear to the Easter Parade, they make you sneeze & cough.
The Accidental Novelist
I never intended to write a novel. But I did. And HarperCollins published it. Titled The Gorgeous Girls, it was based on a number of pieces I'd written for Toronto's NOW magazine. My articles appeared in NOW's feature "Naked City", which was all about love and sex.
Walter Kist & the Seven Whorls Chapter 12
I tried rocking the chair but it stood solid as the oak tree it came from. I managed to make a little noise by tapping my embellished tai chi shoes on the floor. But I suspected the tiny taps were wasted on the Limboland ghosts below.
Walter Kist & the Seven Whorls Chapter 11
While Irma concentrated on makeup removal I worked my dad’s tie behind the chair. I feared that once she got a good look at me sans whiteface, Kist’s photo of the silver queen would materialize before her eyes and then it would turn into a double whammy revenge mission.