We still have piles of snow (how is that possible?) but plants are bravely venturing up, first snowdrops, and now some tiny crocus. Small...

Last week, with limited writing oomph because of a sore thumb and a tired brain, I pulled out Christopher Vogler’s The Writer’s Journey...

We got a little carried away making snow balls, couldn’t lift them in to a snowman, and made lawn furniture instead. Then we rolled up...

How is this possible? How can we possibly have this much new snow? Sigh. Perhaps we’ll make a snowman later. Maureen

We still have piles of snow, but as they melt, grass is looking green in patches (where it isn’t covered in snow mould), and plants are ...

I’ve hurt my thumb, losing a fight with a milk carton. Yeah, pretty pathetic. It’s both difficult and painful to type, and I can’t figure...

Saturday afternoon I attended a workshop with Quincy Troupe, an American poet who plays with jazz rhythms in his poetry. He said he...

In this land of inconsistent snow cover, a white Christmas one year in three, and (until recently) a side-street snow plowing policy of...

Writing rhythm sounds like it should be smooth. Mine is all limpity–gumpity. For several months I’ve been happily working on two...

Feather Brain and Cursed are both available on Kobo. http://www.kobobooks.com/search/search.html?q=Maureen+Bush&t=none&f=author&p=1&s=ave...

The Calgary Herald published an article on the endangered Banff Springs snail, which I wrote about in Crow Boy. Here’s a video clip,...

John Gardner, On Becoming A Novelist “It is this experience of seeing something one has written come alive – literally, not...

A photo my husband took, of an iceberg at Mount Edith Cavell. Dragons everywhere! Maureen

According to Ralph Keyes in The Courage To Write, Wendell Berry wrote: I am discomforted by the knowledge that I don’t know how to write...

Cursed! is on Resouce Links Year’s Best – 2010 list. http://www.resourcelinksmagazine.ca/featuredArticle/ Maureen

Sometimes when I’m in the middle of a story I feel like a landed fish, flopping in a panic. Barbara Abercrombie, in A Year of Living...

I’ve spent a couple afternoons this week dyeing with my sister (partly research, partly play). We dyed wool yarn with indigo, and with...

I just listened to my interview with Brenda Finley on CKUA, and I didn’t, in fact, sound like an idiot. I actually sounded articulate, to...

I’ve been thinking about my favorite book of poetry as a child: A.A. Milne’s When We Were Four. My favorite poem hints at my love of...