In the News this week: A boy murdered a girl because they broke up with him. Then he died from a gunshot wound. While we're pointing fingers at his father for owning the gun, or the mental health industry for not seeing whatever they didn't see, or the gun lobby for being the gun lobby,... Continue Reading →
It is with great pleasure that I announce the acquisition of my somewhat romantic paranormal novel, "Waking Anastasia", by Tyche Books of Calgary, for release in 2016.
t has been a busy 12 months for my suddenly-alive short story writing and I thought I'd quickly toss up the covers of the projects done and the ones scheduled before the end of 2012. Let's start with the Photoshopped writer's shelf.
I refuse to do a serious photo with my chin on my fist --- that's intellectual cheesecake and smacks of lack of imagination. If we can write amazing stories, can we not imagine a photo which shows readers who we are (or as much as we're willing to reveal)?
RANT & Rhetorical Question TIME: Does knowing about horrific crimes deter us from committing anything similar? Or does it just titillate and entertain us? What if there was an immediate publication ban on the names of all fame/serial killers so that they can't achieve ANY degree of fame or infamy. We don't learn from past mistakes... Continue Reading →
There are many different reasons for a character to use humour, including seeking social approval, self-defence against a bully, or even to facilitate bullying, which can lead right back to 'social approval' and 'self-defence'when the reason for bullying is examined.
Chateau Lake Louise at the shore of glacial Lake Louise in Banff National Park. Yes, the Lake really is that colour. This was taken in the fall after the first snowfall (late Sept or early Oct) but before the lake freezes. The lake doesn't thaw again until June so to get clear skies, fresh snow and no ice is a real treat for a photographer up there, even one who lives in the buildings behind the hotel. Photo by Timothy G.M. Reynolds. Image is the property of Fairmont Hotels and Resorts.
I suppose I should get back to reading one of my many books by Dr. Deepak Chopra. He helped me see a bit clearer when I had a chance to speak with him the evening before attending the funeral for a toddler, so maybe it's time again to seek his words out.
This is a love letter for the conversationally-retarded. If you don't understand what it says at all, then count yourself lucky. If you do 'get it', you may be part of the problem.