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One Year

One year ago today the phone rang in the dark, early hours of the morning. It was my mother and sister, with the news that my step-father had surprisingly died the day before. To honour his passing this week, I’ve been literally working my ass off, as he always, always wanted – and, yes, expected – […]

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Time Out

If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. And because I’m up to my eyeballs in chapter rewrites (still pushing to finish before the holidays, despite not meeting my deadline of this past Monday), knitting, TWUC stuff, and trying to get packages organized so they arrive before Santa in Ontario, all you’ll […]

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Making Time

It’s just before 4 a.m. I’ve woken up, my eyes springing open because a) the cat came to me, wanting to be held, and b) I think I’ve messed up my novel’s time-line. So, I’m in our guest-room, trying to unravel this dilemma, knowing the only real way to fix it is to open up […]

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Salt Mine

I’m in the salt mine these days. Not that I’m complaining. How lucky am I to have the luxury to spend hours toiling in the underground caves of my own mind. But this stage is an odd one. Both exciting and irritating. It’s like having a compulsion: the novel simply will not let me go. […]

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Incendiary Ink

This morning, I finished rewriting the climax of my novel. I knew it was coming, so over the last few days I’ve felt myself s-l-o-w w-a-y down. The reason? Yeah, you know it: FEAR. A lot, of course, depends on a well-executed climax and mine tend to be, well, busy. (Not that this is a […]

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Learning the Language

Last night I had a dream that I was holding the advance reading copy of my next novel. It had a gorgeous cover in reds and browns, and it was a big fat book. The only problem: part of it was in Italian. I don’t quite know it yet, is what I think this means. […]

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Shaking Out the Knots

Rain smears my office window as I write this, as I wait for a pot of tea to steep. It’s cold outside, and the smell of heat is coming off the radiator, and my dog is asleep on his bed behind me (having had two breakfasts, since J. and I seemed to be over-organized this […]

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A Walk In the Woods (and a Giveaway!)

In Calgary, this past spring, I had the real pleasure of reading Leo Brent Robillard‘s fourth novel, The Road to Atlantis. The publisher had asked me to blurb it, which means to give it a tidbit of praise they can use on the cover, and I’m usually careful with these things so I didn’t agree until I’d […]

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Night Blooming

Last night, I learned a lesson. Again. Early yesterday morning, I’d sat in the chair in my office, coffee on a nearby coaster, staring at the blank page of my notebook. I was stuck. In particular, on a chapter that seemed contrived, where something happens but I didn’t like how it happened. It was too […]

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Firelight Interview Series: Jael Richardson

I met Jael Richardson on the first day of school – grad school, that is. During our first semester, we took the drama workshop together with inimitable playwright David Young, who opened his fabulous home, in Toronto’s Annex, with its backyard Japanese garden and kitchen-corner narwhal tusk, to our discussions of beats, props, scenes and […]

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