Thursday, October 8, 2015


Ladies and gentlemen, I have a new series I am launching! The first book in the Fundy Bay Pack series is tentatively set for an early June release. More details to follow soon.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

News coming!

Got an announcement coming! Can't wait to give you guys some details, but for right now I have to keep quiet and return to the writing cave. 

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Still here

It's important to have friends. Especially the fleshy kind as opposed to the ones in my head. This is last writer retreat with my RWAC buddies. As my anxiety grows and flows up to snatch me in a vicious undertow these are some of the people who swim out to get me. I am grateful for them everyday. 
When I am successful and want to celebrate, these are the gals I party with ( did ya notice the wine and card games we are rocking in the picture? Think you can handle that wild and cray cray fun?).  When I am stuck they listen. When I am frustrated they let me vent. They encourage. They are writers too. Thanks ladies. 

Monday, November 10, 2014

Day 170

Have had a few setbacks in how much time I walk but I have still been going every night. I will admit with the darker days of autumn and the coming winter nights make walking after sunset more appealing to me. I have spent a good deal of my life hiding from ridicule normally associated with being the biggest person in the room. Squeezing and whirling, bending and twisting my way around the place, almost apologizing for taking up too much space. Because I've always felt the need to apologize. 

Dark walking relaxes me in one way. I'm going when there are less people about. Especially the colder it gets. As the temperature goes down so too do the number of my fellow pedestrians. I've extended my route once again. 

I will admit to a bit of pride every time I've  passed a marker that I previously to turn around. Walking over to the store to pick up a few things (those are still light I'm afraid) is no longer enough. 

My route was only taking me 16 minutes where it used to take me 23. Consistently. This disappointed me, made me feel a bit ashamed until I realized that this was a GOOD thing. It meant I was walking a little faster. Some of my muscles were getting stronger. I was getting better at walking. I've started one that is 32 minutes. 

It's day170 and I'm no where near where I want to be. I am making all kinds of dietary mistakes and resetting those goals. But I think maybe the point is that I keep going. Keep at it. I keep getting a little further along. I might actually be able to do this. 

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

What I have learned from walking 101 days

1. Every little bit does help.
2. Stretching is more important AFTER than before if you are large (not sure if this is universal). 
3. If people stare either turn your head and let them look their fill or meet their eyes and smile (for some reason this really pisses them off). 
4. Not everyday will be a slog. But some of them are. Keep going. 
5. Not everyday will be easy. But sometimes they are. Enjoy them when they come. 
6. Start where you are at. Not where you think you should start. 
7. Some days you need to be gentle with yourself. It's more important to get out here than to challenge yourself. 
8. Challenge yourself a little bit as often as you can. 
9. Drink lots of water often. 
10. Today's end point will eventually be a place you pass and you say to yourself 'hey I used to have to turn around here and now it's not enough'. This is what is known as a WIN. A VICTORY. ENJOY IT. 

Monday, August 25, 2014

Ya never know...

See this rocking chair? It's one of a set. People have tried every year to buy the out from under my parents. Come to visit and you'll see them seated on them, his king to her queen. Everyone comments on how they wish they had rocking chairs like these. 

Want to know a secret?  My father found them in the trash at his work. Well, not all put together and not painted blue, but he looked in and saw the pieces that somebody else just couldn't be bothered with and he pulled the out. Put them on the back of his truck and brought them home. He worked on getting the chairs together for a couple of months during the weekends, the odd afternoon after work. He presented them to my mother and she promptly decided they were for the fact they needed paint. 

Everyone loves these rockers now. I wonder if the person who threw them away because it wasn't worth it to fix them has ever seen them?  

My childhood is filled with memories like this. We never had the newest gadgets or flashiest stuff, but what we had was solid, we valued it, and we were proud of ourselves. And we were always on the lookout for what people threw away. Because ya never know, do ya?

My brother came down from the city this weekend for a visit and I had left my notes for a WIP in the bathroom (don't judge me, they were in my hand and I set them down to get something for know how it is). He came out with a pensive look on his face. 

"Couldn't help notice your notes there, Sis"

I braced myself. He pokes fun at what I write all the time. "Yes?"

He cocked his head at me. "Suggestion. The Acadia expulsion wasn't just about being French."  And he walked away. 

I think I stood there for about five minutes with my jaw on the floor. One line, one throwaway line from him and a WIP that had been stalled for months, floundering, missing something that I just couldn't quite find was red-hot and pulsing in my brain. Research lists sprung up, road trips I'd have to take, people to call, maps to draw, houses to plan for sprawling families, it all fell into place from a single sentence that my often-derogatory (when it comes to my writing anyways) brother. Something he might have seen as rubbish and he turned it into gold. Maybe I should show him my ideasore often. 

Ya never know. 

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Damn it! Another series!

My father and I have this running joke. Christmas time I buy him a couple o books, hoping to find a couple of single titles. The only problem is, Dad only reads fantasy. The occasional sci-fi but mostly fantasy. Try to find single title fantasy now a days. I dare you.  Then come back here and post the titles for me. PLEASE? Anyway, inevitably I find a series starter for him. He'll come out of his den halfway through the holidays and glare at me. Muttering. I always ask what's wrong and he always slams the completed book down on the kitchen table. 'Another  damn series' he complains. So I trudge over to the bookstore or library to get him any available books. Sign up for pre-orders if there aren't any. Which of course is too much fuss over him and 'not worth it'. Silly man, doesn't he know I'd cross the Desert of Broken Glass for him?  

So anyway. Dad got me good. Our neighbourhood had a massive garage sale recently. Dad went walkabout and came back with what he calls 'one o them girl-fighter, vampire-funny books' (paranormal) he thought I might like.  I should have known by the grin. It was the first in a series. 

Damn it. 

And yes, I went out and bought the rest in the series. What's the book? Darkfever by Karen Marie Moning. 

Good one Dad. See you next week.