An interview published in The Paris Review’s spring edition caused me to go into a state of reflection. Author Rachel Cusk discussed many...

Official cover for "Martha Holmes Mysteries" has arrived! I couldn't be more excited. I wasn't expecting to release "Martha Holmes...

Where to Start? Intergenerational Trauma and its Roots A whispered story swept through three generations of my family. A whisper that...

A cobblestone alley filled with shadows, dim lanterns, and silence. Whitechapel, London, England, 1888. A night looked different back...

I've had my ear to the ground on some new releases coming up from fellow authors and this one sounds intriguing. Aviva Gat's newest book,...

This week’s post is dedicated to my friends in my writing group on Discord, the Night Owls. Thank you for being there and being a light...

My Spotify is out of control. Like, there are so many playlists. It’s endless. Music is my addiction, and it spills over into my writing....

When Alyssa was first introduced to the Russian rookie covered in biker tattoos, she could only roll her eyes. Thayer waltzed into her...

Sometimes a character can reside in a writer’s mind long before they come to exist within pages. Such was the case when I created Alyssa....

The ominous, droopy, bell-shaped flower that becomes a purple star is an enticing sight, growing on branches that reach out, almost...

Narcissist: “an extremely self-centered person who has an exaggerated sense of self-importance”, and also: “a person affected with...

Research, research, research. Knowledge becomes central to a story. Much of what a writer studies to make a story realistic never makes...

Becoming something new has uprooted what that kept me immobilized for so long. This is the first time in many years that I have felt an...

Eventually you have to be unafraid of yourself and who you’re becoming. To embrace the signs of life stirring within, showing that a...

Sometimes I'm living my life in a rearview mirror. There are so many moments here and now I should be living for. Soaking in. Because...

My First Writing Conference In the midst of my “Edge of Glory 1” edits, I am surrounded by my binder, three notebooks, three pages (and...

Preptober Day 18 – Shelf Neighbours I honestly have no idea where in a bookstore “Edge of Glory” would live other than the fiction...

Preptober Day 7 Week One Check In As always, I am behind! This past weekend was Canadian Thanksgiving. Between becoming single again on...

Dear Chester; I’ll never tell him how much I cried that day. How, as he pulled out of the driveway and disappeared, I collapsed, a...

Twenty-nine isn’t old. But on the odd rainy spring night when I get home from work, I sit back in my favourite orange chair with a...