I wish I had something brilliant to say. I would dearly love to write words that would make you contemplate the impossible, the inevitable. Words that would ...

I’m not great with timelines. I can’t tell you what year I graduated or how old I was when I moved to Winnipeg. I mean I could, but I would need to sit down w...

Guilt is a strange thing. I’m not sure if other writers feel guilt about what happens to their characters, but for me it is something that weighs on my heart...

Call me old fashioned, but I don’t think that people should kill each other. Especially on purpose. I’m not particularly versed on the ten commandments, (I k...

There's a new world in my head. This might be something that would be strange for some and alarming for others, but for me, it is a relief. For as long as I ...

Do you ever think about words? I mean, we all use them everyday, we throw them haphazardly around trying to fill empty spaces. We use and abuse words regular...

I use to think that no matter what, the characters that lived in my head were permanent residents. I mean, I never questioned where exactly they came from or...

Today, I’m sitting in the middle of Beaudry Provincial Park, trying to finish revising my book before school starts (in about 16 hours). Right now, my creati...

I’m in withdrawal. I didn’t know that writing was addictive, but now there is no doubt. After spending the last nearly five weeks writing in every possible a...

I don’t like to be surprised. You won’t find me in a haunted house, playing with a jack-in-the-box or watching a suspenseful movie. I don’t want to have a su...

People have often asked me how I come up with the stories that I write. This is always a puzzling question to me. The honest answer is that I don’t come up w...