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Too Complicated

There are lots of crazy things about being human. I really think that we are the most bizarre of all the animals in the world. I mean,...

Why time matters

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...

The Life of the Fictional

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...

Thou Shalt Not Kill

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...

Say What?

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...

Not Much of a Blog

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

The Creative Shift

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

The Why Behind the Blog

Why do I write a blog? Strangely, I had never asked myself that question until today. Each week, I agonize over the words that I should...

The Path to Fruition

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...

The Only Good Surprise

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...