The time on the digital clock on the computer is 2:00 a.m. I sigh and drop my head into my hands tiredly. Two o'clock in the morning, and I still haven't written my story for English class. My teacher is going to kill me. My parents had given up on me and gone to bed… Continue reading Repetition
My parents told me many stories about myself, about things I couldn't remember. I was young, and the world was larger than anything. My small child's body was not equipped to handle the volume of emotions crackling through it like an electric current at any given moment. Every experience was the most that ever happened. Feelings… Continue reading Just a Part
Over the summer I had the pleasure of visiting Los Angeles (a small part of it) with my sister, for my 30th birthday. We took many (increasingly silly) photos. It got me thinking about travel and what it means to be a visitor for a day (or two, or six, or 30) in another country.… Continue reading LA in June
A slightly altered version of this review originally appeared on GoodReads. Every once in a while, I read an epic review written by someone who was so moved, so ignited by their passionate hatred for a book, that they spew forth the most hateful torrent of words, and shape it into something hilariously beautiful, like… Continue reading REVIEW: The Wrath & The Dawn
I've been reading more than usual. On one hand, that's a good thing. You can't write without reading. Good stories aren't released into a vacuum; nor should they be written in one, I think. Reading affords an opportunity to let other people inspire you, for better or for worse. This post is definitely going to touch… Continue reading REVIEW: The Problem with Quentin
Hello, Blog. It's me, from the Future. It's 2016 and I am here to lift you up out of the graveyard of my writing aspirations. I'll spare anyone who still reads this an overly detailed recap of the last three years. Suffice it to say that C and I have moved from rural Alberta to… Continue reading Writing is Hard
