When it rains, it pours. I’m drowning, alright. The "good stuff" began as an imperceptible drizzle, but it has since become a deluge of happiness. I am deluge-ional. (Sorry, I just couldn’t NOT do that! Good thing my son doesn’t read these posts because his eyes would roll so far back in his head they … Continue reading After the Deluge…
Let's get visual, visual. I wanna get visual---let me what you can draw, what you can draw---let me see what you can draw.... Most people are visual—it’s how we put together clues. It’s how we interpret meaning. If you ask most people (apart from musicians and music-lovers) whether they’d rather lose their sight or their … Continue reading The Gift of Something More Visual
Think of your favourite object/image--something that's been with you for as long as you care to remember. Now, go look at it. Jot down (or think through) the memories/connections/feelings and associated memories/connections/feelings this object/image calls to mind. Ready? Look for something new or overlooked--maybe a crack in the vase, or a scuff on the side … Continue reading A Diptych: Captured in Black & White
The threads that hold our stories together are often invisible. - Rachel Laverdiere (upon writing this post) This week, my mother told me on the phone, "I’m amazed at how your mind works!” (And the expression in her voice told me it wasn't a bad thing. This time.) She went on to say that she … Continue reading Weaving Threads
The Truth People have asked why I tell the truth about myself... I've finally found my answer: Why not? There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. --Ernest Hemingway Most writers rely on their memories, experiences and emotions--at least in a first draft, the floodgates open and … Continue reading Why I Tell the Truth About Myself
Sorry I've been absent. But then again, maybe you haven’t even noticed. Sometimes I get all stuck up in my head about what others might deem important. I’m so busy thinking about what everyone else might be thinking, that I miss my mark altogether. Has this ever happened to you? Remember that everyone need a … Continue reading This Season of Fallow
Growing up, my mom had a huge drawer full of cookbooks. I remember sitting there for hours, devouring the images and recipes those tattered, glossy pages tempted me to try. Like my mother, I’m a sucker for cookbooks and love testing new recipes. “For every season, there is a flavour,” my mother may have once … Continue reading Looking for Flavour? Try Lit Mags and Cookbooks
Creative Nonfiction is a sub-genre of nonfiction Less than two years ago, I was a die-hard fiction girl through-and-through, and the more literary, the better. I felt cursed with my poetic ease. I wanted to write novels. I wouldn't have believed it if you told me I'd become a fountain spouting creative nonfiction. But I … Continue reading Creative Nonfiction–What in the World is That?
This experimental CNF piece is the first of my published nonfiction work. Oddly enough, I wrote the original before I knew what genre it fell into. Enjoy! **It was published in issue 64 of filling Station in autumn of 2016. The Gods, Looking Down 1. Although Travis Maxwell was not always good at expressing himself, … Continue reading Experimental CNF–“The Gods, Looking Down”