A Brief Flight Over the Pembina River

This was my entry for the Canada Writes Short Story Contest this year. I wasn’t able to publish it until after the contest long list was announced, because stories that had been previously published in any form are not permitted in the contest. Since my piece wasn’t selected when the submissions were narrowed down, I’m…

Heading Home and Shifting Gears

Well, friends, our plane leaves at 12:30 tonight, which I realize is technically part of tomorrow. Let’s not dwell on the specifics. I never feel like a new date has actually started until I wake up in the morning, so the just after midnight plane later tonight is still Thursday in my awkward mode of…

Thoughts at Twelve Thirty Nine

I’ve been something of an insomniac my whole life. Bear in mind, of course, that I have no medical training, so me declaring myself an insomniac is rather similar to a person who has no idea what a carburetor does (don’t worry, I do) talking about internal combustion engine hiccups. Whatever the technical name for…

Deflated

Imagine blowing up a balloon, pinching the neck between your thumb and pointer finger, and then abruptly letting it go. That’s what happened to me yesterday morning while I was teaching grade 10 English. I didn’t actually flap wildly around the room making a rude sound and land totally flaccid in the corner, but I…

Brain Block

Yesterday, I my interest was piqued by a writing contest for Canadian authors when I stumbled across the Canada Writes website. It surprises me that I didn’t find the site until this weekend, considering how much time I spend online and/or writing and being Canadian. It’s the CBC Creative Nonfiction competition, and I’m going to…

I Give Myself Nightmares

I write scary stories. If I had to categorize my fiction projects, which I’m loathe to do in general for fear of painting myself into a proverbial corner before I actually have a pay cheque from my writing, I would say I write mostly thrillers. I haven’t had much time for working on my fiction…

The 300th Post

Here we are, on the last day of Christmas break (boo) and I’m writing my 300th post (yay). It seems funny to me that I’m at this point already in my year of blogging daily, but here we are. I’m feeling pretty good about plugging along so far and not missing a day. Big fat…

Freelance?

Here I am, closing in on my 300th post here at Blue Speckled Pup and my 30th birthday. Wow and yikes, respectively. A central part of my life plan is to write for at least part of my income before I’m 35, so I’m officially putting myself out there for hire on freelance writing and…