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

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 wou...

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 tha...

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 te...

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 relie...

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...

I use to think that no matter what, the characters that lived in my head were permanent residents. I mean, I never questioned where exact...

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

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...

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...

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 th...