Blog Tour Award

I decided to take up Ameena’s challenge for the blog tour award since she nominated everyone. I have to answer 4 questions about my creative writing process. Thanks Ameena at


Pass the tour on up to four other bloggers.

Give them the rules and a specific Monday to post by – lets go with Monday March 23, 2015

Answer four questions about your creative process which lets other bloggers and visitors know what inspires you to do what you do.

Compose a one-time post on a specific Monday (date given from your nomination.)

1. What am I working on at the moment: I am working on a novel — or what will eventually be. It’s hard to find time to write and I am just starting the the 5th chapter of How Was Last Night for You. It’s an adventure/romance about Nina who falls for John a man cursed to experience strange and horrible events due to a curse from his last love. I am taking a Fiction 600 course which corresponds nicely with this as it is teaching me how to write and develop a work of fiction as I go along. I am also taking a copywriting course as part of the SFU editing certificate in April and May. 

2. How does my work differ from others in my genre: My work is sometimes very different and sometimes very similar. I tend to be extremely creative and imaginative when I write so I think that makes me a bit unique that I’m able to come up with these odd or just different ideas then others. I don’t have a specific genre. I read a lot of adventure/romance so I might write that way especially with my noval. But I like to surprise people too and just write about whatever.

3. Why do I write or create what I do: I have to. I can’t explain it but I get these ideas and I’m inspired and writing, specifically blogging, has given me a chance to let out this creativity. Sometimes it’s more personal, sometimes not personal at all, sometimes it’s a teaching article on a subject. I write because I must. 

4. How does my writing/creative process work: My writing just happens. I put my fingers to the keyboard and ideas just start coming out and transforming into words. After that is finished I really have to clean my work up. Then this editing process can take little to a lot of time. Usually more then less. It’s why I am taking editing to help my work be grammatically and stylistically better.

Now I nominate:





And yes, I’m way early with my post so if you want you can be too. March 23, 2015 deadline

Day 8 – Outside/Symmetry

An old Birch tree swept up to the sky

Held the tiniest eggs as Winter burst into Spring

Dropped all it’s leaves as Fall became Winter

Cradled buds that burst forth into glory as summer days glazed over. 

Is ANYTHING Possible if We Set Our Minds to It? Analyzing the Universal “Cannots” and “Possibly Cans”

She is a wonderful writer from a great blog:


Has anyone ever told you that you can’t do something? That you can’t be something?  That you shouldn’t chase your dreams or reach for the moon or glide amongst the stars? Well, don’t listen to them. As the saying goes, you can do anything if you set your mind to it. Okay, sure.  All of the brain power in the world can’t grant us the ability to fly or the strength to move mountains.  But there is a lot of truth to that statement. Yes, the world really does lie at your fingertips and dreams are reachable, no matter how unreachable they may seem.

What do you want to be when you grow up? Do you remember being asked that as a child? Recently, I directed that same question to a client’s three year old son during an office meeting. He responded with contagious enthusiasm, “A DOG!” Ah…

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Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – The Boat

I live in a condo down by the boats on the waterfront. It’s a gorgeous place to live and the inside of the condos are spectacular and comfortable.

But what I love about the waterfront is the boats, our boats. Little fishing and yacht boats that we rent out to people. I love going out on my own and guiding a boat home just as twilight hits.

But my husband is always telling me to wear a life jacket. I hate those constricting things. Then one day my boat jerks sharply and I fall out of the boat. I’m not a good swimmer in these frigid waters and I feel myself getting numb. My splashing and hollering becomes less and less. Then hands reach out to pull me out. They are the hands of God and I realize I am dead.

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