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Blog postIn advance of my birthday next week, I’ve decided to share some things I’ve learned in my 33 years on this spinnin’ rock.
1) If you can’t find your glasses, they’re probably on your face.
2) Don’t let a shitty experience derail you from taking part in a hobby you’re interested in. Shitty people exist everywhere, and they are often the loudest, but I promise there are open, welcoming people in every community.
3) Introspection and reflection is an important part of life -
Blog postIt has been dreadfully too long since I have updated this blog! So, I apologize for the long hiatus. I will be updating more regularly going forward, and have some exciting news to share very soon! In the meantime, here is a my new, official Author introduction. It’s a dark and stormy night. The howling winds shake the windows in their panes; the pat-pat-pat of raindrops on the roof echo through the house. The glow of a solitary lamp illuminates an empty living room. No television
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Blog postI have finally decided to write down a piece of travel writing that has been a funny story I tell at parties for a couple of years now. I tend to write fiction and poetry, so it was a nice break to write an essay of sorts. Enjoy! Never trust an Ad that sounds too good to be true – no matter how cute the cat in it is! This is a lesson that my partner and I learned the hard way on our first trip to New York City; a lesson that was made abundantly clear while laying is a sweltering room with no
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Blog postThis is a snippet of some character development I am doing for a novel I am working on, written from the perspective of a terminally ill patient. It is loosely based on a friend who has Cystic Fibrosis. Hospitals have a certain smell; latex, ammonia, and the stench of fear and sadness. Stale coffee. Fabric refresher. A plethora of perfumes, colognes, and body odours. The longer you stay in one, the less these scents irritate and disgust you. You become nose blind until you leave and have to
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Blog postToday I have a short poem that popped into my head while laying in bed the other night, trying desperately to fall asleep. The first couple of lines stuck in my head come morning and I let the rest of it flow from there. Enjoy! The stars fell from the sky
leaving a blanket of velvet
dark as the deepest pits of the ocean
And as they rained down upon us
shards catching moonlight and twinkling
like snow falling in the deepest parts of winter
crusting the worl -
Blog postThis is the opening scene from the novel I began writing in November for NaNoWriMo. I finished the month of November with upwards of 70,000 words and have since added another 30,000. I am almost finished the first draft! Pretty excited about that fact. Enjoy!
BEEEEEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEEEEEP. The alarm startled Miranda awake. The gloomy light filtering through the space in the curtains barely lit the bedroom. She groped for the alarm to turn off the incessant be -
Blog postI started writing a fantasy trilogy back when I was in University, and this is an excerpt from the first book. For a while it looked like it may get published but things fell through and due to the frustration I kind of tucked the books away and haven’t done much with them since. Book three remains unfinished and quite a lot of editing, and re-working needs to be done on the whole arch, which I plan to tackle this year. In the meantime, let me know if you enjoy this and I will consider post
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Blog postToday we have a short story that I started writing way back in 2006 and finished in 2013. It is one of the few short stories I have written that I feel no desire to expand. I think it fits just right as a short story.
Enjoy! As she stepped into the softly lit room, she couldn’t help but feel apprehensive as her eyes settled on the soft leather couch. The doctor was not yet seated in the nearby matching chair, but she knew he would be momentarily. She refused to refer to him by na -
Blog postThis post is a poem I wrote for a poetry CREW class around 2006-ish sometime. I haven’t written a ton of poetry, but this is a piece I have always liked. Riches to Rags
Five months with the old couple had taught me one thing:
No one had ever been so inept
So useless, as I
Fires were lit by servants
Not coaxed grudgingly from bits of paper and flint
Food was brought on trays from warm kitchens
Not grubbed from the dirt with raw and bleeding han -
Blog postThis story was written sometime around 2005-2006 for a creative writing class, where we did an exercise in class that could be dialogue only. I had written a conversation- an argument really, between this girl and her mother, and then expanded it into a shorty story after. I have since expanded it to novella length, though it remains unfinished and I haven’t written anything new on it in 5 or 6 years. Maybe one day I’ll finish it **Warning** Contains self-harm, depression/suicide, and eatin
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