Working on my latest story tonight (about sinister small town rituals) I had a funny thought. My grandmother was also a writer, and many of her stories were about small town life, too. The only difference is hers were more poignant, definitely with a literary feel to them, whereas mine are more along the sinister…
Last night was the Skinny Puppy show. Nothing like some blisteringly cacophonous industrial and a hypnotic light show to make you feel alive! At times, I could literally feel the bass in my bones. It reminded me of the remake of The Italian Job where Seth Green's character says he wants to buy a stereo…
My good friend David is an incredible writer, photographer, and all around cool guy. After years of corporate work and working on his writing on the side, he quit his job to dedicate his full-time life to reworking his novels, self-publishing them and plunging headlong into his creative pursuits. The problem? We all know how…
So my entry for the Postcard Story Competition is signed, sealed and (nearly) delivered. It's going into the mail tomorrow. I'm not sure if it is exactly what they are looking for, but I like it, so now that it is (almost) out of my hands, that's all that matters. I almost forgot to include…
Sometimes my writing surprises me. There is something wonderful about looking back on something you forgot you had written, and being pleasantly surprised and excited by certain passages. Sometimes it is a mystery how certain words and phrases come to me. And that is what keeps me going.
So, I decided to send in an entry for The Writers' Union of Canada's Postcard Story Competition. Anyone want to read what I have and give me some feedback? The deadline is the 14th (I know – talk about procrastination), so I need to have it postmarked by then. I've come to the realizations that…