A couple of weeks ago I read about someone having a team to help with their creative work. Seperately, I read a blog post by an author...

We just returned from a brief trip to Jasper, Alberta. Day one: For me, the first clear sign of being away is – a sign. 153 km to the...

I received an email from a young writer friend: It has been a while since I last read your book, but I finally got the chance to read The...

Sunday afternoon’s task was making moss soup, to feed the rocks. Well, not exactly. The moss soup is to inoculate the rocks, to start...

Sunday I was one of the readers at a play reading, so the playright and dramaturge could hear the play out loud. I’ve never done this...

I make gooseberry jam every year, even though I can’t eat it (allergies). The bush is overgrown and prickly, and we have to top and tail...

The garden is thriving, in that early summer explosion of flowers. The peonies, in particular, are huge and outrageous. They are the...

When I’m asked to visit a school for a writing workshop, I’ll ask the teachers what they’d like to gain from my visit, and consistently...

As much as I meditate and try to simplify my life and live in the present moment, somehow I live in distraction, constantly being pulled...

I’ve just finished my first TV interview, via Skype, with TVO (Ontario). Feather Brain is the Reading Rangers Book of the Month for June,...

My family and I have had a tough couple of weeks. My mom fell and spent a week in hospital and then a couple weeks in a rehab place while...

I’m watching a bunny watching me. The bunny is sitting in the garden, at the base of the pear tree, in the little bunny-sized divot in...

I just wrote 2 1/2 pages of a new story. I have no idea what it’s about, but ah, that feels good. I’ve been playing with exploring story...

We’ve been watching robins nesting in our garden – finding bits, tugging at string, and today I saw one of them sitting on the nest. The...

I’ve been story wrestling, figuring out where the bits fit into place around each other, walking on my treadmill while I think and read...

I’ve been stuck in a story for the last week, struggling to move it forward and failing. Today I changed the plan a little, introducing...

After the storm brought down a limb of a tree, my daughter and I built a snowman. Well, the snow wasn’t wet enough to roll into big...

Thursday – balmy, a touch of summer. Friday – rain, all day. Soggy mail. Saturday – snow. Lots of wet snow on top of rain that froze, so...

Last Saturday, I spent the day in a writing workshop with Sarah Seleky. Her focus is on writing from deep inside, to find the story...