by PDR-Kellie | Jun 9, 2016 | Creativity, Creativity Coaching, News, Process, Publications, Short Stories, The Pas, Writers, Writing Life
I looked up the etymology of tenacity this morning, and discovered that it comes from the Latin tenax which means ‘holding fast’ (the original meaning of fast being ‘to hold firmly’). I like this. I like the idea of holding one’s dreams...
by PDR-Kellie | Jun 4, 2015 | Books, British Columbia, Firelight Interview Series, Process, Short Stories, Writers, Writing Life
This month’s Firelight Interview is with author Julie Paul. Her second collection of short stories, The Pull of the Moon, was chosen by the Globe and Mail as one of the best 100 books of 2014. “This is writing of emotional veracity with an edge, of humour...
by Lauren Carter | May 14, 2015 | Alberta, Contemplations, Novel, Poetry, Process, Short Stories, Writing Life
These days, I’ve been working on my new novel, narrated by a young woman called Melonie Barnett (unless, of course, I decide to change her name). The story grew out of three linked short stories – Empty Nest, which you can read in the latest issue of The...
by PDR-Kellie | Apr 1, 2015 | Short Stories, Writing Life
It’s not Thursday (tomorrow on the site: a Firelight Interview with poet Laurie D. Graham), but I wanted to let you all know that my story, Places Like These, which I blogged about last week, is up today on Little Fiction. Enjoy!...
by PDR-Kellie | Mar 26, 2015 | Contemplations, New, Short Stories, Writing Life
Last fall, I wrote a story. It was early morning, and I had the itch, and it was one of those great days when the thing just poured out of me. The draft I ended up with hardly needed any work. A few changes, a bit of shifting around, tweaks here and there, and I was...
by PDR-Kellie | Feb 26, 2015 | Books, Contemplations, News, Publishing, Recommended, Short Stories, Writers, Writing Life
At the beginning of this year, I had a transcendent experience. Dark night, reading into it, I finished The Lowland by Jhumpa Lahiri and rolled over in bed, my arm around the book, holding it close. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt such a strong connection to a...
