“Pssst. Donnie. It’s me. Wakey wakey.” “Oh, give it a rest, Little Voice. I tired. Let me sleep.” “If only I could, Donnie. But you know me, no rest for the wickedly precise. And you know who started tsunami twittering. It surely wasn’t me.” “Holy Bad Trade Deals, Little Voice. I need my sleep. I […]
For those of you who might be interested in what the Monday morning of a somewhat older writer might look like, here goes. For the past year or so, I begin Mondays writing a haiku for Ronovan Writes. I did so today. Ronovan offers two words to be used in the haiku. Today, those words […]
As I make the journey, late in life, as an author, I am continually discovering new paths for expression. But I am by no means the only one. Many many months ago I recommended to the members of my Denman Writers Group, which has been meeting for almost five years now, and was brought to […]
As I write this, two boxes containing my new book, Confessions of an Inadvertently Gentrifying Soul, are in the efficient hands of Canada Post. They may be flying over the Salish Sea, or in a truck waiting in line at Horseshoe Bay for the ferry. How they are actually travelling to my waiting embrace is […]