Paying it Forward, Writer’s Style

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You may have heard the saying, Paying it Forward. Similar sayings include… to pass it on, sharing kindness, or repaying in-kind. This means that when someone does something nice, instead of paying it back directly to the person who performed this kindness, you do something kind for someone else.

In the writing world, Paying it Forward is a core component

of the writing community. It can include things like volunteering on a committee, organizing meetings for a writing group, planning writing retreats, beta reading, participating in critique groups, writing book reviews, making book recommendations, attending book launches, supporting other writer’s online messages, or BUYING THEIR BOOK. Many of these actions are the foundation of how the writing world thrives and survives. Read more

Scrabble tiles spelling Grace with flowers.

A Writer’s Grace

I’m late.  (not PREGNANT… just late, at life – everything, but specifically, this blog is late)

We set a blog post deadline. We give ourselves this deadline and ask that we keep to it as practice… practice in professionalism. How will we ever be expected to meet submission deadlines, editing deadlines, a launch deadline if we cannot keep to our own blog schedule?

Woman looking into the fog.
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Then my brain starts to hummmmm… maybe I shouldn’t be a writer, maybe I don’t have what it takes, why is my brain so foggy, maybe this is that pesky-peri-menopause thing again, perhaps this is all just too much, I’m letting everyone down…

I’ve known the due date for weeks… MANY weeks in truth. How? How did I fail to get it written?

I enjoy writing these blogs. Very much so.

I’ve got every excuse in the world and yet no perfect excuse. I knew the deadline. I saw it coming.

Sure, I was on vacation. Sure, I was busy caring for others, then pretending to care for myself. Sure, I was distracted by family obligations, a sudden health scare with a beloved family member, the completion of a memorial for a deceased furry loved one…

I was immobile, incapable, tongue tied… is this, dare I say, writer’s block? Read more

Riding the Query Coaster

How is it almost June? JUNE! 

Now I ask you, fellow writer, considering we are half-way through the year, have you achieved your writing goals?

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I haven’t.

At the outset of this year, I set a goal to start querying my Adult Speculative with Romance. The roller coaster that is querying began for me as I was propelled into querying, tricked in truth, into joining the line for a monstrous amusement park ride, the kind of ride that induces nausia, forcing me to lay out on the grass and ponder why on earth I would ever, ever to do that to myself. But somehow we forget and then find ourselves once again entering those line ups, too embarrassed to skip out at the last moment… but maybe we should. Read more

How Editing is More than ‘For the Birds’

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The saying, ‘for the birds’ genererally has a negative bent, but I’d like to give it a positive spin. Editing is often muddled up with mixed emotions—at times rewarding, and others frustrating—but as with any growth, at first you need the discomfort of discovering a change is needed. As a writer, this usually comes from hearing feedback on your work. You might think getting constructive criticism is ‘for the birds’ but this discomfort can lead to necessary improvements.

I’m taking inspiration from my daughter who has recently changed directions like a ‘boss’. Her aspiration was to become a pediatrician, until she embarked on a school trip and came home from this life altering experience to announce, “I hate chemistry. I don’t want to be a doctor.” Read more

FIVE Tips to START and CONTINUE Writing

For someone who claims to love writing, I sure can find every excuse NOT to write. Here I am… on a dedicated writing retreat. A clean house, with big inviting windows, open wide to the creativity. The quiet that only a place away from home can provide; with no chores, no dishes, no laundry, no pets… only the sun streaming in and the trees waving their wishes to the wind. The house hums… hums with electricity, heating and… potential.

That’s it. Potential.

I make a coffee. For once, with no rush of the day, no next thing, no must be on time. I’m able to stir. Listen to the tin, tin as the metal spoon strikes and scrapes the sides to lift and mix my sugar, like I’m mixing my thoughts.

Starting, for me, is sometimes the hardest part.

Then… it’s about sticking to it and meeting my potential. That word again. Potential.

After a week away, dedicated to drafting, I need to find the fortitude to continue. This post is a pep talk for my writerly self. I hope you will find a nugget to polish into a gem. Read more

The Miracle of Joey-full Joey

As today is Christmas, I’m going to share the story of Joey and the Joey-ful miracle he shared.

Joey was a mighty, seven-pound, white miniature poodle, gifted with a glorious spirit and unfortunate health. To name only a few of his ailments, Joey had pancreatitis, diabetes, Cushing’s disease, chronic dry eye, cataracts causing blindness, and epilepsy.

As you can likely guess, as Joey’s veterinarian, we knew each other well.   Read more

Barbed Wire Benefits

A few weeks back, I got a text,

“Coopers hurt. Can you check him out when you get home?”

Cooper had a deep and dangerous puncture, high up inside his back leg. It tracked into his groin and was only a breath away from puncturing his abdomen. It could have been life threatening. Considering our walking track and their playground is our zig-zagging forested trails through our maple sugar bush, I surmised Cooper must have snagged a branch in the wrong spot, at the wrong moment. Read more

Mooning with Purpose

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A loon just mooned me.

Well… actually, it was a duck.

But still! He fully mooned me. I was minding my own business, driving home from the veterinary hospital after morning treatments, admiring this last blast of summer, when I glanced out my window to catch the shimmer off a pond in a neighbour’s pasture—I enjoy watching the cattle sipping or the calves playing along the water’s edge or maybe I seek glimpses of water out of a habit held over from my childhood, when us kids used to fight over sitting on the driver’s side of the bus so we could look out the window to count the turtles sitting on the logs as we drove along the Saugeen river, the winding road twinning with the river to sneak into the back of Paisley. Read more