Category: Today’s Thoughts

Suitcase Secrets – The Bird Box

 

Suitcase Secrets

Finding inspiration for ‘The Bird Box’ in unexpected places.

 

 

 

When a dead man speaks people listen. There is just something compelling about a voice that reaches out to us from beyond the grave. I’m not referring to spooks here, but rather to mankind’s phenomenal ability to impress ourselves onto the fabric of this world even long after the physical self has departed.

Music, literature, art, etc., are some of the common daily communications we have with the dead. The emotive essence lingers on. But for one fragment of society their voices came forward in a much humbler way.… Read more

Excited to share my latest novel – The Bird Box!

I love creating worlds where readers get that eerie feeling that, somehow, it all feels strangely real to them. It’s the most intimate form of communication. My words birthing visions in the reader’s mind.

 

I truly love this novel. The quirky but inspirational characters who have come to feel like my friends after so many long hours together writing their stories. I am excited to finally get to introduce them to you. Please let me know your thoughts on this story. So many questions raised. Lots of thought-provoking moments. A few tugs at the heart strings. And of course a good deal of laughter because even in the midsts of hardship the indominatable human spirit will insist on finding humour!… Read more

Who’s Writing This Anyway?

Someone once likened beginning a  fictional work as being similar to approaching a blank wall. A wall that has no windows and no doors, and yet your job as a writer is to get to the other side. And I think that is a very apt description. Where does one begin? I may have vague reflections of misty characters flowing around me, but what do they say? And how do they say it? What do they care about? What causes them to wince? What makes them laugh?

Of course, sometimes the job is easier and the characters flow across the page with bossy pronouncements of what makes them upset, or exactly what they would like to say.… Read more

Vicarious Living

 

 

I do not journal. A pursuit, I am led to believe by some, that is almost synonymous with being a writer. I had a writer friend once, who was so distraught about my lack of journalling, that she promptly went out and bought me my very own journal, as if that would somehow rectify the problem. Writer’s write, they say. Which is true enough, of course, but we do not all necessarily write in journals.

To be fair, I must admit, I did attempt to fill that gift-book of accusingly empty pages. I even had a good run at it, diligently filling several.… Read more

The Music in Writing

It was an illuminating moment for me when I first became aware of the music playing in my writing. I was part way through a sentence, the words temporarily eluding me in the hide and seek game they sometimes play, when all of a sudden I realized I had a vague cadence dancing through my mind, offering to take me gracefully forward. Sitting quietly, I could hear the tone of the last word which would sum up my non-existent sentence. Except there were no words offered as the bridge which would propel me there. Just the ethereal music of the way the sentence would, not only sound, but also feel.Read more

The Question Is?


Have you ever wondered if you can be born into the wrong life? It is a question I have occasionally asked myself, somewhat seriously, at various junctures in my own life. I suspect it is a question many people wonder about, even if the calling forth of the actual words seem too risky. It is certainly a question the protagonist in my novel No Story to Tell tries very hard not to ask herself.

So, what does it actually mean to be born into the wrong life? I’m sure virtually every teenager would attest most strenuously that they are positive they have been way-laid by a directionally-challenged stork.… Read more

A Remembrance of Orange

It was a perfectly normal day. And I was engaged in perfectly normal activities. Running a few errands, then a quick stop at the store to pick-up a bottle of wine for dinner. Now, I have to admit, I can easily get side-tracked for an hour (or longer) once I get looking at bottles of wine. I like to see where they originated, and when. I like to examine the labels. And, I admit, I have been known to pass over some very drinkable wine just because its label wasn’t aesthetically pleasing to me. Being in a wine shop is somewhat akin for me as being in a book store.… Read more

Who’s Writing This, Anyways . . .

 

Someone once likened beginning a  fictional work as being similar to approaching a blank wall. A wall that has no windows and no doors, and yet your job as a writer is to get to the other side. And I think that is a very apt description. Where does one begin? I may have vague reflections of misty characters flowing around me, but what do they say? And how do they say it? What do they care about? What causes them to wince? What makes them laugh?

Of course, sometimes the job is easier and the characters flow across the page with bossy pronouncements of what makes them upset, or exactly what they would like to say.… Read more

Where Stories Begin

I did not grow up in a house filled with stories. I did not sit around the dinner table being astounded by tales of familial adventures or mis-adventures. For many years I wished that I had. I envied other writers who seemed to have such a treasure-trove of interesting stories to rummage through when creating their novels. I felt that I had a bit of an arid history. But, then, of course, I realized that wasn’t true at all.

In the absence of stories gifted to me through passed down verbal lore, I was forced to allow the observances of life to congregate upon my page.… Read more

The Question Is . . .

Have you ever wondered if you can be born into the wrong life? It is a question I have occasionally asked myself, somewhat seriously, at various junctures in my own life. I suspect it is a question many people wonder about, even if the calling forth of the actual words seem too risky. It is certainly a question the protagonist in my novel No Story to Tell tries very hard not to ask herself.

So, what does it actually mean to be born into the wrong life? I’m sure virtually every teenager would attest most strenuously that they are positive they have been way-laid by a directionally-challenged stork.… Read more

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