From Andrew
Different Strokes
Different Strokes Recently I had the opportunity to watch a talented artist who is a friend of mine paint in my community. He set up his easel, fastened a large...
Different Strokes
Different Strokes Recently I had the opportunity to watch a talented artist who is a friend of mine paint in my community. He set up his easel, fastened a large...
Finding Stories
Finding Stories Stories don’t come out of nowhere. Even when a writer doesn’t realize it, inspiration comes from real life. I’m often asked where I got the idea for VIRAL....
Finding Stories
Finding Stories Stories don’t come out of nowhere. Even when a writer doesn’t realize it, inspiration comes from real life. I’m often asked where I got the idea for VIRAL....
Sensitivity
Sensitivity If you are lucky enough to be published and write about anything controversial, there is a good chance your manuscript will be reviewed by a sensitivity reader. Many publishers...
Sensitivity
Sensitivity If you are lucky enough to be published and write about anything controversial, there is a good chance your manuscript will be reviewed by a sensitivity reader. Many publishers...
The Imposter
The Imposter I recently heard the story of a writer who had successfully published her first book but was terrified by the thought of reading in front of an audience....
The Imposter
The Imposter I recently heard the story of a writer who had successfully published her first book but was terrified by the thought of reading in front of an audience....
The North
The North I grew up in the town of Kapuskasing in northern Ontario. Kapuskasing prided itself in the hockey players it produced and how cold it was. I can remember...
The North
The North I grew up in the town of Kapuskasing in northern Ontario. Kapuskasing prided itself in the hockey players it produced and how cold it was. I can remember...
The Joy of Small Things
The Joy of Small Things This morning Ingrid and I hiked a hilly loop from our house that took us around an abandoned dump and back along an iced over...
The Joy of Small Things
The Joy of Small Things This morning Ingrid and I hiked a hilly loop from our house that took us around an abandoned dump and back along an iced over...