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The Little Spy

The Little Spy

From my WIP… Manfred fell into bed with an ungraceful thud. His neighbour’s words were heavy in his head. Be better. That’s how you’ll win her back. But there were some things he simply didn’t know how to fix. He took out his phone to look at her last message...
What We Want in a Romance

What We Want in a Romance

And I use the term ‘we’ loosely because my eyes have really been opened as far as the differences in tastes when it comes to romance novels. I’ve been naive. Romance is an enormous genre and its fans are stupendously loyal, discerning and demanding....
A Life of Softness

A Life of Softness

Celebrating 12 years of abstinence from bulimia today ❤️ This is the first year where I feel like a completely different person than who I was then—as if the mere thought of that level of self-harm is foreign to me now. I am here for a life of softness. For the past...
The Villain in My Story

The Villain in My Story

Every compelling story needs a villain the reader loves to hate. He or she is the antagonist—the driving force behind the plot, the character who creates conflict and makes the hero’s journey meaningful. Without a villain, a novel can feel flat and...
Lost Without Her

Lost Without Her

  From my WIP… Lily had always been the one to direct their days. That was, perhaps, the biggest adjustment that he had to make when she passed. How to fill the time that she had so capably plotted out for him all those years? He loved routine and...
Congrats.

Congrats.

At precisely 7:55, I begin to close up the gallery. For the past eight hours, I have had one customer (an elderly woman asking to use our washroom) and one phone call (wrong number). This has got to be the least successful art gallery in Canada. But why do I even...
Baby Girl

Baby Girl

I gathered her hair in my hands and attempted the braid she requested. My daughter, now nine years old, was keenly aware of her appearance and valued it. She was particular about colours (bright) about pants (tight) and about jewelry (never too much). To me, this...