Wild, Wild West

Wild, Wild West

I heard the wolves this morning. At 5 a.m., the sky studded with quartz flakes of stars, the snow creaking into the cold night. I’d just come in from letting Mowat out and heard them when I climbed back into bed. An eerie far-off howling that accentuated the silence....
Trapper Days!

Trapper Days!

I finished another big edit of Swarm yesterday, this one in conjunction with an editor at Brindle & Glass. A little bit more of that and then we’ll be on to cover art and it’ll be spring and our Saskatoon berries will bud and then, galleys! Lots to look...