I have been writing. In spite of renovation chaos and torrential rains and summer schedules, I’ve been writing. It’s tough to settle in...

The third in the Veil of Magic series has an official go-ahead from Coteau. This will be my fifth book, and I’m thrilled. I’m also...

I would have thought that at some point the chaos at our house would abate. But no, it is not to be. In addition to a head wound, (a...

It’s the longest day of the year, and we’ve been only partially aware of how long the light lingers in the evening, because it’s been so...

We have new garbage bins, so our old cans are no longer needed. An article in the Calgary Herald recommended growing potatoes in them. We...

After months of delays and distractions, the readings for Cursed! are finally up. My genius husband Mark Harding composed and performed...

While I was pulled away from my main project by editing and renovations, bits of the story kept nagging me. The nags didn’t have any...

This week brought drywall dust, an allergic reaction to caulking, and lyrics from friends for a new song, The Renovation Blues. The...

The manuscript is off to my editor, off of my desk, and out of my head. What’s next? Maureen

My brain is starting to function again, after a cold-induced fog. It’s revving itself up with songs, creating a commentary on my day. I...

I’ve gone from being totally intimidated by the pile of editing comments for the third in the Veil of Magic series, to being totally...

I’ve been good; I’ve been tough. I keep settling in to work through whatever distractions get thrown at me, but they just keep coming....

I just received a delightful surprise – a letter from the Poetry Centre at Passaic County Community College in New Jersey, announcing...

Between family and street cleaners and renovators and all the other chaos of my neighbourhood, solitude seems to be long gone. Now I...

There’s something a little twisted about editing. I’ve received pages of notes from my editor, which feels totally intimidating. Slowly...

My first perennials are blooming, a couple of patches of jewel-bright hepatica. If I roll over on my exercise ball I can see them from my...

Distractions continue: Two days of renovators trenching the front garden outside my office window, shoring up the front entry with new...

I spent Saturday at the Calgary Young Writer’s Conference, where thousands of kids who love to write descend on Crescent Heights High...

Three hours later. Distracted already. Here’s distraction number four: We have a bunny hole. A rabbit hole? A hare hole? Dug under the...

When I’m writing, or reading and reviewing, my best work is done when I’m immersed in the work, like a form of meditation. Interruptions...