by PDR-Kellie | Aug 18, 2016 | Books, Contemplations, Creativity, Knitting, Mowat, Nature, outdoors, Reading, Summer, Travel, Writing Life
By the time you read this, I’ll be in the woods. Off the Internet, paddling the Grass River as my Blackberry battery slowly dies. Three books (a novel, a poetry collection, and a book of essays), my own ongoing poetry project and my latest knitting project (a...
by PDR-Kellie | Aug 11, 2016 | Contemplations, Creativity, First Nations, History, Manitoba, Nature, Otherworldly, outdoors, Scotland, Summer, Travel, Writing Life
Life has been busy since we got home from Scotland. We’re finishing renovations that won’t get done during the school year (we, as in J. and some hired help), I’m working a lot at the library and we’re squeezing in trips on the weekends. This...
by PDR-Kellie | Aug 4, 2016 | Contemplations, Creativity, Family, History, International, Nature, Scotland, Summer, Travel, World, Writing Life
In Glen Affric, at the end of our third day on the trail, we stopped to camp beside the Allt Coire Ghaidhe waterfall. Since that morning, when we’d woken up in a lovely campsite overlooking Loch Beinn a’Mheadhoin (which translates to loch of hill of the...
by PDR-Kellie | Jun 30, 2016 | Contemplations, Family, History, outdoors, Summer, Travel, World, Writers, Writing Life
I’ve been printing maps lately. Screen grabs of the UK’s ordinance survey to help chart our way around Struy, near Inverness, site of the Clan Chisholm’s burial ground. Originally, we’d planned to visit this area and then find our way to Loch Ness and start our hike...
by PDR-Kellie | Jun 2, 2016 | Contemplations, Creativity, Creativity Coaching, Novel, Process, Scotland, Teaching, Travel, Writing Life
I can tell when the writers I’m coaching are starting to catch fire. It’s when they write to me, bubbling over with the work they’re doing, whether that’s revising or writing hundreds of words a day when before they were sluggish, not wanting to start. There’s an...
by PDR-Kellie | Mar 24, 2016 | Contemplations, Nature, outdoors, Process, Travel, World, Writing Life
I’ve never been a sporty girl. In elementary school, I got out of gym for what seemed like months for reasons I no longer remember. There I’d be, sitting on the stage like a wuss, probably reading a book. I was the one who got picked last in team selection...
