Here We Go Again
October 5, 2021

      Book III of The Seer's Trilogy is finished. Ta-da! Fanfare please! I admit I struggled with the last third of the novel -- not because I didn't know where it was going, but because I wasn't altogether clear on how to get there, and I didn't want to step wrong. As it turned out no amount of thinking cleared up the problem. It was blind writing that did the trick. I tapped the keyboard keys and scene by scene, the story showed itself. It's magic, I tell you!

                                                      Anyway, I digress. In this last novel, The Sorcerer's Revenge,                                                            there is only one new character -- the sorcerer, Bran. And I fell                                                          in love with him. He is contrary, stubborn, ruthless, passionate,                                                          powerful, and unpredictable -- and those are his good qualities!                                                        But a small crumb about his past was dropped into the                                                                      story, and my curiosity was piqued.

                                                      I needed to visit his childhood to discover his story. In my mind

                                                      I  could already see him -- a slight boy, very dark, with a                                                                    charming smile, an infectious laugh, a bright mind -- and yet                                                              something dangerous and unseen within.


                                                      Yes, I had to tell his story.

      I already had a vivid image of him in my head, and before I 

went any further, I needed to get it on paper. So I pulled out my 

pencils and paints a couple of days ago and tried to capture it.

      Now I'm ready to go. I know 40-year-old Bran, and I'm quickly

coming to know his 10-year-old self too. I've begun brainstorming

and writing my ideas down. The other characters -- except one

very important one -- have introduced themselves, and though

two are from The Seer Trilogy -- Bradan and Cara --

there is another side to them that readers haven't seen before.

       I haven't run the idea for this book by my publisher yet, so

I don't even know if she'll be interested. But I have to write it.


This Thing Called Life
June 26, 2021

      Here it is the end of June already and I feel like I just put away the Christmas decorations. We shall not discuss how long it's been since I last posted to this blog. My only excuse is that life happens, and even though I don't feel like I have anything earth-shattering happening to me, time doesn't stop and wait for me to get rolling.

      Of course I've been writing. That's a given. I'm always writing -- even when I'm sleeping I'm writing. In fact, I do some of my best writing while I'm sleeping. I have no idea what a psychologist would make of that, and I'm not going to ask. Suffice it to say, I'm over halfway through the third and final book of The Seer Trilogy, and I'm happy with how the story is unfolding. I might change my mind once my editor gets hold of the manuscript, but until then the writing is going well. (That's my story and I'm sticking to it.) 

      As a matter of fact, I'm already pondering what will come next. I have so many choices. So thinking about that is taking up a bit of my time as well. And because some of the projects I want to pursue aren't straightforward fiction for young people, I'm also exploring the idea of working with an agent. What to do ... what to do ...

         I've reached the point in The Sorcerer's Revenge where I've                                                      run out of definitive outline. I know what has to happen, but I                                                              haven't laid the last third of the book out in so many words -- and I                                                    need to. Naturally my subconscious is avoiding the task and urges                                                    me to take a diversion. So this week I took three days away from                                                        writing and pulled out the paints instead. This one was just for                                                          fun, and for once I didn't try to paint a certain way or worry about                                                      wrecking it. I simply played. It's called Nana's Dress and it's going

to Nana, the owner of the dress and grandmother of the little girl

modelling it.

      Life is moving along on the health front too. On Canada Day I

shall get my second shot for COVID. Yippee!! Hopefully that means

I'm one step closer to the lifestyle I'm used to. I've never been a 

big socialite, but it is nice to see other human beings besides my husband and the eyes of the cashier at the grocery store once in a while. A week and a half ago, my writing group got together for the first time since February of 2020 for our shut-down-for-summer-fire-pit. We have only been able to meet virtually in all that time. It was WONDERFUL to actually meet in person again. (From left to right: Jocelyn Reekie, me, Liezl Sullivan, Sheena Gnos, Shari Green -- and behind the camera, Diana Stevan.)

      Back to health. For a few years now I've been bothered by cataracts. That's pretty standard for someone of my vintage. But it has seemed to me that my eyesight has been deteriorating faster than my cataracts have been developing. Consequently no surgery. But when my optometrist insisted I could see better with corrective lenses than without (that's what her tests showed), and actual experience told me it was the other way around, and after another $1400 on glasses with no significant improvement -- in fact, continued deterioration, I finally asked my family doctor to refer me to an ophthalmologist. That's where I was yesterday. As I sat in the waiting room, I read -- without glasses, because it was too much work to read with them. After all kinds of tests (I don't think I passed any of them -- certainly didn't get a gold star), the ophthalmologist confirmed my suspicions. The cataracts have to go. Now. Apparently my vision is so impaired that I'm not allowed to drive with or without glasses until the cataracts have been removed. On the bright side, that means I shall have a chauffeur for the next 6 weeks or so. I'm not sure he sees that as a bonus, but he isn't complaining -- yet. On the downside, a bit of my time is going to be taken up with surgeries and recovery. 

      Another thing that has eaten into my time is the monthly newsletter I've been putting out. It generally takes me the better part of two days to put together each issue. I don't begrudge the time -- I'm just using it to rationalize why I haven't posted on this blog. The newsletter is quite a bit of fun actually -- my readers seem to like it, so if you're looking for a five-minute read with your morning coffee on the 15th of each month, send me your email address and I'll add you to The Seer Trilogy Newsletter mailing list. (You can unsubscribe at any time, but why would you want to?)


                                      Another part of my time is being taken up with thoughts on how to                                                promote the new book coming out in the fall. The Bridge of Whispers is                                            the second book of the trilogy and is currently in design. I expect to see                                          page proofs any day. Hopefully we'll have moved far enough away from                                          the pandemic to have a live book launch event. Anyway, there's a corner                                          of my mind focused on how best to introduce the new book to readers.                                            Look for it in bookstores on September 28th. Of course, you can pre-                                                order. And you might want to reread and refresh your memory of Book I, The                                    Druid and the Dragon, so you don't miss a beat resuming the story. 

      Since I started writing professionally almost 25 years ago, I have slowed down on my reading. I have found it hard to focus on my writing and someone else's at the same time. But because I'm determined not to become the old dog that can't learn a new trick or two, I made a resolution in January to do more reading and set what I thought was an achievable goal of 12 books for the year. I even committed to it on Goodreads. Well, I'm happy to report that I have currently completed 13 books (we're talking adult lit) and I shall have finished #14 by the end of June. Yay, me! But, of course, that achievement also uses my time -- especially considering that I make a point of providing a critique (even if it's only a few sentences), so that my take on a book might be helpful to someone else. I do read other people's reviews and have followed up on recommendations.

      The rest of my days have been consumed with cooking, cleaning, errands, and hockey (watching -- I don't play). I also watch a couple of hours of cooking, renovating, and news programs a day. 

      Filling my time isn't an issue; it's finding all the time I need that causes me problems. But that's life.

                                                       Another Fork in the Road

                                                                   March 16, 2021

      I like what I do ... no, I love what I do. I didn't always. In fact, there was a time when what I was doing to earn a living was literally making me sick, and I had to decide whether to hang in there for the sake of the money (which was good) and the benefits (also very good) or to pack it in and try to restore my mental and physical health.

      It was a fork in the road. It wasn't an easy decision, but after a good deal of soul-searching, I quit my job. At the same time this was going on, I was also working with an editor at a top-notch Canadian children's publishing house on my very first book. I had no contract, but I had hope. The publisher was paying the editor to help me revise my manuscript and take it where it needed to be, and I was fairly certain that wouldn't be happening if my story didn't show promise. In the meantime, my husband was carrying us financially. That book did get published, and it went on to win an award and be used widely as a novel study throughout Canada and the U.S.


                                       That was 1997 -- the beginning of my professional writing career. I wasn't                                                     making much money, but I was healing. It took me two years to sell the next                                                 novel, and two more to sell the one after that. The following year, I had two                                                   books published, and the titles came fairly steadily after that.

                                       Twenty-four years later, I have 30 published books and more in progress. 

                                       I'm still not making much money, but my husband and I live simply, and we                                                   have enough to meet our needs. He is retired now and busy fly-fishing and                                                   building rods.


      I never did retire. I merely changed jobs. And I couldn't be happier. I get to be my own boss (until the editor gets hold of my manuscripts) and I get to be creative. I've always been a loner and quite content to tramp around inside my head, but now no one questions it. It's a legitimate use of time for a writer. I love it so much that I want to do it forever.

      However, since time isn't standing still, I know I don't have forever. But I like to play mind games, so I tell myself that if I always have a work in progress, a story I'm not done writing, I can't die -- because I can't leave something unfinished. Of course I know that's ridiculous, but I'm not opposed to duping myself, and it's worked.

      Until now. I don't know if it's because I'm going to be 70 next month or what ... but I'm uncomfortably conscious that my attitude is changing. I've come to another fork in the road.

      For most of my writing career, I've written novels for kids and teens set in modern day. Many of them have been hi-lo books, of which I'm very proud, because they do such a good job of reaching reluctant readers. The story possibilities have paraded non-stop through my mind. It has been a matter of selecting the ones I wish to turn into stories. But over the past couple of years, the interest there has dried up. Oh, I'm still passionate about writing, but no longer those stories.

      My reading genre of choice is historical fiction, but the children's market

doesn't seem to support that, so I've not attempted to write it. But suddenly I

don't care. It's a genre I love and I want to immerse  myself in it as a writer,

because it gives me pleasure. Hopefully that can translate into enjoyable

books for readers too, but regardless, that's what I want to write. I've also

discovered I have a soft spot for fantasy -- if it has an historical element -- and

so I'm playing with combining the two in The  Seer Trilogy, a fantasy series set

in 1000 A.D. Ireland. I'm having a blast writing it, and response to the first

book, The Druid and the Dragon, has been very good. 

      And now comes the scary part. Readers may not realize it, but everything a writer writes doesn't get published. I have a hefty stack of manuscripts that are either unfinished or in need of revision. I've never truly given up on them, but I've set them aside while I've worked on other things. Some I haven't looked at in many years. But when I finish the trilogy, I plan to.   

      So much for my resolve to ensure my immortality by having unfinished business. Ah, those forks in the road. Robert Frost said it best.


                                                 Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

                                                      I took the one less traveled by,

                                                  And that has made all the difference.

                               Writing in the Time of COVID
                                                             December 31, 2020

      Well, this is it. After today, 2020 becomes hindsight. I think I speak for the World when I say it can't come soon enough. No, we're not going to wake up tomorrow and find life as we once knew it has returned. COVID and all the misery and hardship it has brought will still be with us, but because we have had ten months of learning-to-live-with-it and because a new year comes wrapped in hope, we will dig in and move forward with fresh resolve.
      My sister believes there is something positive to be gleaned from even the worst experiences as long as we allow ourselves to learn from them. So, on this final day of 2020, I shall defer to her wisdom and reflect on how this year of challenges has helped me grow as a writer.
      When January 2020 came to town, I was excited. I was working on a fantasy trilogy for middle-grade readers -- a new genre for me. Book l, The Druid and the Dragon was in revisions and I had a contract for Book ll. The writing of the new novel was going well and I was already making launch plans for D&D. In February I went to Vancouver to visit my sister and start spreading the word for the fall release of D&D. I spoke to the manager of Kidsbooks in North Van (wonderful little bookshop), hoping to set up a signing or launch. Encouraged by her enthusiasm, I began thinking about launch themes on the ferry ride home and returned to my writing.
      Then March arrived, and the bottom fell out. In less time than it takes to tell, the entire country was in lockdown and we were suddenly obsessed with handwashing, hoarding toilet paper, and hiding from our neighbours. And to my great dismay, the writing dried up. The momentum I had established was gone. Writing is a solitary activity at the best of times, so it wasn't as if my lifestyle had changed all that much, but my head wasn't in the game. It was too full of the pandemic. I couldn't concentrate. It took me seven weeks to write the next chapter, and since I had an October 15th deadline for the first draft, that pace simply wasn't going to cut it.
      So I made a conscious change. Instead of having my morning coffee with Justin Trudeau and CNN, I banished all newscasts from my day. Oh, I caught up after supper, but the state of the world was no longer front and centre in my brain, and that meant I could focus on my writing again. It worked and I was able to get back in the writing groove.
      But as March became April and then May and the pandemic showed no signs of leaving, I realized the success of the new book -- and subsequently the entire trilogy -- was at risk. If I                                              couldn't find an audience for D&D, the other two books were doomed,                                              and since traditional methods of promotion were no longer an option, it was                                      time to think outside the box.
                                          My publisher, Crwth Press was on top of things. It's a new publishing                                          house, but Melanie Jeffs, the publisher, is not new to the business, and                                            right away, she was busy finding ways of getting titles out to the                                                        public. She allowed free access to books online and even arranged for a                                          professional reading of Isobel's Stanley Cup, a chapter book published                                            with Crwth in 2018. In addition, she arranged a Facebook Live event featuring Crwth authors talking about books and writing in general. She also set up links between all the Crwth titles and various non-profit organizations, so that a percentage of sales from each book went to support these organizations. As a result of Isobel's Stanley Cup link with Fast and Female, I was the November Spotlight Supporter on the organization's website and an interview with me appeared there.
      Social distancing precluded public launches, signings, and appearances. Promotion would have to be through the written word and the Internet. I don't really care for social media -- too much scamming, spamming, and dirty laundry for my liking, but I didn't see that I had any other options. I was already on Instagram and Goodreads -- I find them the least invasive of the lot and they allow me to keep my toe in the literary loop. But it seemed I was going to have to join Facebook once again. This time though it was to be for the sole purpose of promoting my books. No personal posts. It's been four months now, and I've stuck to my guns. I've posted covers, excerpts, artwork, reviews, announcements, pertinent videos, etc. I'm happy to report that it seems to be working. I have reconnected with old friends and made many new ones. And those friends have helped me promote my new book and the trilogy in a myriad of ways such as: reposting, sharing on other social media, buying the book, reviewing the book, word of mouth recommendations, and general cheerleading. One Instagram friend (fellow author Paul Coccia) even made a short book trailer for The Druid and the Dragon. To all of you I offer my heartfelt thanks. You have made a world of difference.
      One of the things I did which was totally out of my wheelhouse was contact people personally and ask for their help. I am so not comfortable doing that, but to my surprise and delight, everyone came to my aid. EVERYONE! Teacher and librarian friends, former students, relatives, community acquaintances -- they all tapped their networks and spread the word. I was really touched.
      Everytime I thought of a way to get my book in the public eye, I acted on it. I contacted the local newspaper and asked them to do an article. They did and it resulted in several sales. In fact, the local bookstore (Coho Books) sold out on the very first day. I had bookplates made to mail to readers so that they could have autographed books. I began a monthly Seer Trilogy newsletter updating readers on the progress of the coming books as well as the one already out there. It also provides trivia, games, and contests. I made writing tip videos and a book trailer for a library group. I expanded my website, devoting two whole pages to The Seer Trilogy, which I update regularly. I made a map for D&D, and what a good idea that was. I can't tell you how many people have remarked about it. I took a one day course on how to make better use of Goodreads and acted upon what I learned. 
      One of the best things I did was to create trilogy cards -- quick sketches of the characters, settings, and notable items in The Druid and the Dragon.


Everyday I would post one on Facebook and Instagram along with a brief explanation of its importance to the story. These little drawings caught people's attention and intrigued many enough to want to read the book. I have since had the sketches made into cards (52 of them) as well as another 52 with clues to the story. They make a great accompaniment to the book and are simply fun to collect. Each set includes the rules for a couple of games too. Even better news -- there will be cards for Books ll and lll too!
      I know I have done other things to promote D&D and the trilogy, but my mind is so full right now, I can't think what they are. Marketing is not my thing; I'm a writer. But to survive this calamitous year, I've had to adapt. It hasn't been comfortable, but it makes me feel good to know I accepted the challenge.
      Take that, 2020!

                                     The Art of Transition
                                                              November 21, 2020

     I am currently in the throes of revisions for The Bridge of WhispersBook II of The Seer Trilogy, and I have to confess I am finding the process immensely challenging. When my publisher/editor sent me her notes, she said the manuscript was in good shape and the changes needed weren't major. After reading her observations and suggestions, I tended to agree -- delete a scene here, add a scene there, move some stuff around, clarify some details, and that was basically it. Oh, and lose 10,000 words, but that could be easily done (she said).
      I got straight to work. The first bits were a snap -- all I had to do was accept or reject text changes. It meant I had to let go of a major scene, but it had been something we'd already discussed and I had resigned myself to the fact that it had to go.
      Then began the process of rejigging and rearranging scenes. You'd think that is a small matter of cut and paste, but no. It's like moving a guest from a dinner party and plunking her at a baseball game. Leave her as is, and she sticks out like a sore thumb. Her garb, her mindset, her manner are all out of whack. Add to that the challenge of having her break down the game for readers when she only saw one inning, and the task becomes harder. Unlike the character originally given the task of imparting this information, her knowledge of the situation is limited. And she can't share what she does know in the same way. Consequently some parts of the story need to be omitted and new bits added, which means some details are lost or have to be included through other means. It's a massive juggling act, and at the moment I'm trying to keep about ten balls up in the air while steering my unicycle through a narrow, twisted gauntlet lined with blazing torches.
      My head is spinning. I agree that having a specific scene moved so that it occurs before another scene will add to the suspense, but the question is where to reinsert it. It's like trying to hop into a moving car. There is no clear place to put it, and that means I am forced to rewrite a ton. At the moment I feel like I'm working on a patchwork quilt. The story which had flowed so nicely before is now ...?
      The key to managing all these changes is transition -- the means of moving the story from one situation to the next. These triggers alert readers to changes in place, time, or tone. In live theatre, transitions often take place by closing the curtain and opening it again. In movies, the screen fades from one scene to another. In a book, transitions are told to readers. Sometimes they are as easy as a single word or phrase -- suddenly, finally, the next day. I wish it were always so simple. But it's not, and what I'm realizing as I tackle this novel revision is that it's going to take all my skill as a writer to ensure these transitions are seamless and my readers never suspect all the rearranging I've done.
     Please don't tell them.

Murder Your Darlings

September 11, 2020

      Murder your darlings is an axiom long accepted and followed -- but nevertheless hated -- by most writers. Basically what it means is don't fall in love with your own words because they are likely a detriment to the piece you're working on.

      Which is one of the primary reasons writers need editors. Somewhere during the course of a WIP (work in progress), we writers lose our objectivity. We become so involved in the story and characters we've created, that we can no longer tell if what we're writing is good, bad, or even if it makes sense. We can't tell if we've put everything on the paper or if we merely think we have.

      Sometimes it's a matter of putting too much on the paper, a pitfall I have recently fallen into and which my editor/publisher pointed out to me yesterday during a telephone conversation about the draft of the second book of the fantasy trilogy Im writing. It seems I included a scene which does nothing to enhance the story. Even before submitting the manuscript I had wondered if the scene was 'appropriate' for middle-grade readers, but I hadn't considered that is was nothing more than window-dressing. But when my editor pointed out that it seemed like something the writer simply wanted to write, I knew she was right. 

      I did like the scene, and I wrote it well. (Even my editor admits that.) But the scene doesn't do a lot for the story as a whole, and so it will have to go. When I argued that the scene achieved two things very necessary to the story, my editor calmly pointed out that we would find another more expedient means of establishing those elements.

      Yes, I shall have to murder my darling. But I've been in this business long enough to know it's for the best. The story will be stronger for it, and in the end I'll be glad I did it. Experience is what you get when you don't get what you want, so hopefully I will have learned something about my craft that will serve me well moving forward -- not to mention result in fewer rewrites in the future.

                                               Changing Gears
                                                                               June 23, 2020

      Well, it took a while, but I finally got my head back in the game, and work on the current WIP is coming along nicely. I am now working on Chapter 13, which means I'm past the halfway point and really getting into the meat of the story.
      I'm a visual person so it helps to put me in a writing frame of mind when I have images to inspire me. My current desktop photo puts me in the perfect mood as soon as I turn on the computer. It is a Waterlogue app interpretation of a photo I found on the Internet. It represents an important setting in the story -- an idyllic spot called the Bridge of Whispers. I didn't know it was important until I wrote it into the story, but there you go -- the magic of writing.

      These days a writer has to be so much more than a spinner of stories. One must also be a marketer. I am so bad at that. My mother always told me self-praise was no recommendation, and yet tooting one's own horn seems to be exactly what publishers want. Enter social media. I'm pretty bad at that too. In fact, the only platform I'm on is Instagram. Twitter was too overwhelming and Facebook could get too negative and political. Instagram I can handle. I still don't like pushing my stuff at people, but periodically I post something to remind them that I have a series in the works, the first book of which comes out on October 15th. So a while back I posted this entry from the publisher's catalogue.

      Even when the writing is going really well, which it is at the moment, every now and then I need an art fix. Here's one in which I thumb my nose at social distancing. (Actually, I'm not that much of a rebel -- it's really just pre-COVID.) I started with a reference photo courtesy of PxHere, but altered it a fair bit to tell my own story.

And then, because my first love is pencil work, I took a couple of days to draw this lady paddler. (Photo courtesy of Unsplash.)

                                                                 And now back to writing. 
                                                                       Happy Reading.

It Was the Best of Times ... It Was the Worst of Times

May 21, 2020

      Wow! COVID-19 -- a global pandemic ... I didn't see that coming. I haven't even really come up for air yet, which is why I haven't posted a blog since February 1st. But if you're feeling it like I am, you won't even have noticed. The ramblings of a fiction writer probably aren't high on your current list of priorities.

      Aside from having to postpone until next year a 10-day trip to a beautiful little lake, as well as reschedule a writing workshop, and miss out on having my son and his family visit during the summer, my life hasn't changed much. Fortunately for me, my income remains the same (I work from home so no change there), and I don't have money worries to compound the health concerns brought on by the virus. So my daily life is pretty much as it's always been. I miss my weekly scrabble group as well as my writing critique group, but otherwise it's same old, same old. Except that I feel I'm walking around with a 20-pound weight on each shoulder, and I'm trying to push through thigh-deep mud. And I can cry at the drop of a hat.

      From discussions I've had with other people (texts/emails/phone conversations--all from a safe distance), I gather my feelings are pretty standard. Most everyone else feels the same way I do. That's because like the Prime Minister says, we're all in this together. And we'll get through this together. It's not forever; it's just for now. If we stay home and stay safe, and physical distance when we have to venture out, we'll flatten the curve and prevail. But for now, this is the new normal.

      So many buzz words and catch phrases. I don't think I've watched as much news in years. I know all the journalists on all the networks (except Fox), and I know all the politicians and their portfolios. I'm also on a first name basis with all the health officials in Canada and around the world.

      I am well-informed. Sometimes too well-informed I think. If I turn on Trudeau first thing in the morning, my mind is like a piece of soggy toast for the rest of the day. I lose my drive and one hour blurs into the next. It took me six weeks to write one chapter of my current work in progress. And since the first draft is due on my publisher's desk October 1st, that kind of work schedule isn't going to cut it. Therefore, I've taken to blocking out all news until the evening. My husband has taken the totally opposite tack -- he'll tune in during the day, but after supper, he avoids all news programmes. Otherwise he doesn't sleep well.

      But we both know we're very lucky. As I've already said, our financial situation hasn't changed, we have a roof over our heads, food on the table, and thus far we have our health. There are too many people who can't say that, and I truly worry for them.

      I'm sure when/if this time ends, there will be many books devoted to the COVID-19 pandemic. Some will be novels; some will be reflections, others will be histories, psychological studies, societal investigations and on and on ad infinitum. And that's because this pandemic has affected the world and its people in a myriad of ways. It has brought out the best in some, and the worst in others. I guess water really does rise to its own level.

      Worry and grief have led to increased crime and demonstrations of anger and frustration through public protests armed and otherwise, flagrant disregard for political guidance, hoarding, money scams, domestic abuse, at risk mental health, racial hate crimes, theft, arson, assault, and even murder. There have been too many instances at all levels of name-calling and laying of blame. I could go on, but all of this sickens me, and I don't want to dwell on it -- but it's definitely the worst side of humanity.

      At the same time, there have been so many good, heart-warming things happening, so many instances of people helping people in big ways and small. Old and young alike finding ways to ease the hurt and worry of others, the hunger, sickness, and desperation. Food banks, hotels becoming shelters for the homeless, individuals and companies finding ways to produce PPE, virtual concerts, go-fund drives, evening salutes to frontline workers, new safety protocols in the workplace, neighbours helping neighbours, kids mailing smiles, sharing jokes, writers sharing books online, heartfelt thank yous at the grocery store, and despite all the uncertainty -- encouraging words and air hugs. People are getting in touch more often and in ways they haven't for years. It's as if it took a pandemic to make us realize how important people really are. That is happening around the world as well as on a personal level. Instead of killing each other, disparate countries are putting aside their grievances and helping one another. And environmentally, the world is working at healing itself too. Scientists are seeing cleaner air and water. Animals are returning to habitats they haven't visited in years. In that regard, this is the best of times.

      The question is will people learn from this experience. Will we take forward what we're learning and apply it to the future? Right now Mother Nature is unloading big-time on the world. As if the corona virus weren't enough to deal with, natural disasters the like of which we have never seen before -- floods, tornadoes, fires, earthquakes -- are bringing the world to its knees. Nature is trying to tell us something. For the sake of the entire world and everyone in it, I sure hope we're listening.

Happy New Year

January 8, 2020

      How can it possibly be 2020 already? Where did 2019 go? I was just getting used to it.

      But it seems we're barely a week into the next decade, and I'm already running behind. Okay, maybe not behind, but I'm having to pedal pretty fast just to keep up. I have a portrait commission due for February 4th and novel revisions due for February 18th. I'm also working on another novel -- the second in a series -- the first draft of which is due in the fall of 2020.

      Seriously though, I wouldn't have it any other way. Keep me busy. Put too much on my plate. I'll find a way, and while I'm doing that, a hundred other ideas and projects will be worming their way into my brain. 

      And I'm completely fine with that. I am a procrastinator by nature, though I'm also goal-oriented, and I've never missed a deadline in my life. I have more ideas for novels, paintings, quilts, and other things than I shall ever be able to bring to life. And more ideas come daily. I need two -- maybe three of me just to keep up.

       It makes me sad to think that at my life's end, I shall be leaving something unfinished, but there's really no alternative. I try to fool myself into thinking I can live forever if I always have something midway to completion. How can I die before it's finished? But there will always be something in the works, so I simply must keep running as fast as I can.

      Happy New Year--may you have been blessed with new running shoes for Christmas.

A Change is as Good as a Rest

November 4, 2019 


        I am a writer. That's how I earn my living. The fact that I love doing it is a bonus. Long after I cease to be published, I shall still be writing. But every now and again, I need a break.

       Not to do nothing. I waste a lot of time, but I am always doing something, even if it's just playing computer games. I have a lot of interests, but in the past few years, the two that take up the bulk of my time are writing and making art. And art usually gets short-changed, because I have a contractual commitment for a book.

        Well, at the moment, I am between writing projects -- sort of. I had a book come out in August (Girls Like Me -- Orca Book Publishers), and I have a new book coming out in October of 2020, (The Druid and the Dragon -- Crwth Press), but revisions don't begin on that until February, so I almost have some free time. I say 'almost', because I've begun work on a sequel to the D&D novel, but there's no deadline yet.

        It's the perfect time to stretch my artistic muscles. I have a new medium -- graphite powder, that I need to learn how to use, and I want to work on loosening up my watercolour work, so off I go.

        I gave myself about a week, and this is what I came up with. And now that I have that out of my system for a while, it's back to writing.


How Can I Know What I Think

Until I See What I Say?

July 29, 2019

      I believe it was E.M. Forster who came up with that little nugget, and as far as I'm concerned, he hit the nail on the head. At least he did for me when it comes to writing. 

      A publisher recently asked me to submit an outline and the opening chapters for a novel I'm writing. Normally I do an outline before I begin the actual writing of the story, but this time I was working straight from plot points I had arranged in an arbitrary order. I had a handle on the general premise of the story, but some of the details were a bit hazy. I think that's why I'd skipped the outline. But suddenly I had no choice, so away I went.

     The first 12 chapters were easy to outline, because I'd already written them. It was the next 11 that were going to be a challenge. But as always seems to happen, once I got writing, the ideas walked out of the fog in my brain and showed themselves. "So that's what this story is about!", I found myself saying over and over. Bits and pieces I'd written into the story for no other reason than to bring life to a scene, suddenly showed themselves to be integral to the rest of the story. (I so love it when that happens!) In two days I had an outline, and I felt so much more confident about what I was writing as a result.

     But it gets better. I have worked many times with the publisher who asked for the outline, which is an advantage in as much as I don't have to submit as detailed an outline as might be asked of an unknown writer. For me that means I provide the main events of each chapter but no detail. Each outlined chapter is approximately 3-4 sentences. The publisher is fine with that. The details happen when I write the story, and the truth is I don't really know what they are until I'm tapping at the keyboard. It is the details that make a story memorable, but even as I sit down to work, I don't know what they are. For instance, I am currently working on Chapter 13. The outline says:

      On the way back to camp, Bradan shares a vision he has had to see if Maeve can make sense of it (an exercise in her training). When she offers her interpretation, he says it was a good try, but incorrect and proceeds to tell her that it actually means the chiefs and kings of the land are gathering and Bradan's presence is required there. Maeve expresses her amazement at how such a vision could mean that. Bradan explains what each image symbolizes, and then when Maeve's awe has reached new heights, he confesses that he actually received word from the King's messenger on the previous day while Maeve was picking mushrooms. He says he'll be leaving the following morning and Maeve is to accompany him. 

     I'm 2/3 of the way through the writing of the chapter, and I haven't touched on anything in the outline. Instead, I've been laying groundwork for what will happen near the end of the story, as well as working on character arc. I had no idea this was going to happen until it did, but I as I look upon what I've written so far in the chapter, I can see that it was necessary. The other information in the outline is also necessary, but I've changed the weight of it in the actual writing. 

      This is one of the reasons I love writing so much. Gut instinct inevitably takes over, meaning the end result is always a surprise, regardless of the outline.

      Am I having fun yet? You betcha!


                                                   New Website 

July 17, 2019


      I guess you noticed I have a new website. I usually upgrade every 3 - 5 years, but this time it's only been a year. Part of the reason is because I wasn't all that happy with how I'd put together my last site. I had wanted to keep it simple, and I'd wanted to include a page for genealogy, both of which I did, but in cutting out some other pages, I discovered that I simply didn't have a natural place to put some things that needed to be included, which meant I've been 'making do', and I hate that. I have also become somewhat disenchanted with my website-building company. I just don't seem to be getting the same service that I used to. 

      All of which led me to start searching for something new -- and this is it! I'm really happy with the new site-builder. There are more templates than I can fathom, and I have access to so many bells and whistles, that my mind is boggled. The company I'm now with is highly rated (I did my research) and is priced competitively. Best of all, it has made it easy for me to build a good website. I am a definite luddite, so when I'm impressed, you know the process has to be simple.

      I shall continue to tweak things, but so far I'm really pleased. Take a look around and let me know what you think.