Monday, August 15, 2011

Visit my WordPress Blog!!

I've been having issues with Blogger and have started up a new blog at WordPress.  If all goes well with WordPress, I will start transferring my posts.  In the meantime, click the link below to check out my latest post!

Thx so much and enjoy!  =D

Saturday, August 6, 2011


Phase two of my holidays is goin' exactly as planned. =D

The week has been awesome and busy and fun. The hubby had a blast on a camping trip with his bro, and I spent time with my amazin' daughter and some really great friends.

My daughter and I always have so much fun together, she's as crazy as I am. We spent one day mall shopping, visiting the best store on the planet; 'Teaopia' - we spent as much time in there as we did in the rest of the mall!

The next day was a museum day at the Manitoba Museum, Planetarium and Science Gallery.

In the MB Museum we hung out in a bat cave; played eye-spy in exhibits; swam with the tall ship Nonsuch; got freaked out in the creepy town when we realized we were the only people left in the museum cuz it was after hours and closing (you do NOT wanna get locked-in overnight in a museum!). (O_o) Just sayin'.

We saw a Beatles laser show at the Planetarium - a first for both of us. Good tunes, dry ice and dancing lights - awesome!

The science gallery is filled with these crazy cool things like an anti-gravity machine, a meteorite you can touch, pulley chairs, sound wave dishes, you can even build lil Kinex cars and race them! So much fun!

I spent the next day at Starbucks with my friend Sammy, catching up and talkin' shop (writin' stuff). =) She is one smart lady and a fantastic writer. She always gets me psyched to write.

Yesterday, I went poolside with my buddy Valerie and my daughter. Nothin' like hours of warm weather, great conversation and yummy goodies. Valerie has even begun to write! You go girl!

I'm still on holidays until Tuesday and I plan to make the most outta every minute! Woot woot!

For my writing exercise, I woke up yesterday morning with this first line, 'I am trapped by the darkness of my soul', running thru my head and it inspired the following poem:

I am trapped by the darkness of my soul.
The cold emptiness prevails upon me, whispering madness in my ear.

I am trapped by the endless labyrinth that is my mind.
Towering walls encase me, confound me, distorting my perception of reality.

I am trapped in this useless vessel of skin and bones.
My feet propel me forward, yet I stumble about drunkenly, aimlessly, my purpose unknown.

I am trapped by a span of narcissistic dreams.
The ugliness of my thoughts hold me hostage, beneficial only to me, yet I find no pleasure.

I am trapped by a masochistic world.
Tortured by hypocrisy, my senses bleed intuition that fails me.

I am trapped....with no hope of escape.

The first thing my hubby said when he heard the poem was "deep". LOL. Perhaps it is, cuz I definitely dug deep for this one.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

I am...

All last week I was on holidays! And it was awesome. Spent the week at a cottage at Grand Beach, MB. Strangely, we had a heat wave at the beginning of the week, and then it cooled right down and it was cold! I really can't complain cuz the charming, warm weather has returned, although not at the heat wave magnitude. Not sure how I feel about that… =)

I don’t know how many people know this about me, but I love to run. And I woke up every day on my holidays at 6:30 a.m. just so I could beat the heat. My running route was along the water on the beach. I love running on the beach. There’s nothing like it.

I’m back at work this week, but working towards yet another week of holidays, next week. Très sah-weeeet!

So I have discovered that I am truly crazy about Twitter and have become a wee bit addicted. Okay, okay, I’m a lot twaddicted. Wow, it’s worse than I thought… Anyway, tweeting is always on my mind now. Everything I do, or see, or hear, or say, is fodder for my next tweet. My friends may wanna keep that in mind. Hee hee. =D

So my new writing exercise is based on my thoughts around the fantasy genre image I chose. It was really difficult to go in only one direction, cuz my mind was buzzing with this image. Check out the exercise and enjoy!

I do not sleep. In fact, the night is my enemy. It stalks me like a predator, taking everything and giving back nothing. I am weary.

I do not see the light. In fact, it has betrayed me. It led me to believe in hope, in love, yet skewers hot lances through my soul. I am darkness.

I do not hear. In fact, I can tune out all the cries of fear and pain and despair. They do not reach me at all. I am deaf to them.

I do not weep. In fact, my tears have long since dried. The ache that permeated my every fibre has died. I am numb.

I do not feel. In fact, I am but an empty shell of my former self. I once laughed and loved and lived, yet now I only exist. I am nothing.

I do not have a heart. In fact, a gaping black hole resides in the middle of my chest. I fear nothing. I am godless.

I do not fear death. In fact, I pursue it, I yearn for it. Yet, it eludes me. I am immortal.

I do not know peace. In fact, there is so much blood on my hands, it will not clean. And, more shall fall at my hand. I am doomed.

I have to reiterate just how cool this image is. And, I’m thinkin’ I may use it again in a future writing project; cuz there is a much larger story here to be told. And, I’m very interested in unravelling it. Keep an eye out for that image again.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Brilliant Execution

On vacation and it's awesome! A beautiful cottage, blue skies, birds singing, temperatures raging, and a lake with a beach to cool off in. My mornings consist of a beach run, then coffee and breakie on a balcony. Life is goooooood. =D

Summer hasn't been too kind to us in central Canada, so when the weather is generous - all bets are off for doing anythin' else! Bring it Mother Nature!

The only downside to my holiday, was the hazy smoke filtering in from some forest fires in Northern Ontario. Narsty. Hard to breath. Then yesterday morning, a thunderstorm washed it all away. Smoke be gone!

So anyway, believe it or not, my daughter and her friend were discussing insanity (teens talk about the strangest, which sparked the idea for this writing exercise. But you know what they say, crazy is as crazy does. Enjoy!

Oddly familiar
Yet unknown
Sinking feeling
Artfully grown.

Doubt planted
Paranoia grows
Anxiety peaks
Insanity shows.

Screams echo
Trapped mind
Slipping farther
Final bind

Reality spins
Dizzying pace
Crazed eyes
Blank face.

Whispers taunt
Shadows crawl
Brilliant plot
Mighty fall.

I'm feeling a lil crazy now! Need to get back to my holidays. =D

Friday, July 1, 2011

Happy Canada Day, eh!

Here's to wishing you all the best Canada Day!

Whatta great week. My daughter graduated grade nine and wowed us by winning three awards and graduating with 'A' honours. She looked beautiful in the dress she chose and had fun on a boat cruise. My baby does me proud! Congrats, sweetie!

Feels like summer finally made an appearance -- about time! Love it!

For my writing exercise, yup you guessed it, a Canada Day poem. Hee hee. It took me awhile to write, cuz I looked up highlights of every province and territory, but check it out and enjoy!

Oh, Canada
Land of the free
Home of the brave
How do I love thee
Let me count the ways.

Lighthouses on the Atlantic Ocean
Whales’ song fills the air
Puffins on rocky ledges
Pitcher plant along trails.

Nova Scotia
Bluenose sails unfurled
1500 year old birch trees
Wintering Bald Eagles
Rare Plymouth Gentians and Pink Tickseeds.

Prince Edward Island
Confederation Bridge
Anne of Green Gables
Red sand beaches
Lady Slippers in coniferous forest tables.

New Brunswick
100 billion tonnes of Fundy
Acadian heritage
Warmest saltwater beaches
Longest covered bridge, Hartland Bridge.

Francophone, our second language
Beautiful Laurentian Mountains
Winter Carnival ice castles
Ancient fiefdoms.

Longest street in the world, Yonge Street
Canadian Government on Parliament Hill
Soaring CN Tower
Stunning Niagara Falls.

Churchill on Hudson Bay
Tundra and polar bears
Carberry Desert sand dunes
The Red and Assiniboine Rivers.

Al Capone’s tunnels
Beloved Roughriders
Provincial flower, the Western Red Lily
Golden wheat fields for miles.

Hidden dinosaur bones
Mysterious Badlands
West Edmonton Mall
Miles of oil sands.

British Columbia
Towering, ancient Redwoods
Majestic Rocky Mountains
Wild Pacific Sockeye Salmon
Breathtaking Vancouver Island.

Inuit heritage
Massive Canadian Shield, the Laurentian Plateau
Expansive ice fields
Inuksuks standing tall.

Aurora borealis lights up the night sky
Igloos on icy terrain
Fields of purple Fireweed
Caribou grazing.

Northwest Territories
Enormous ice burgs
Cavernous diamond mines
Beluga whales with their young
Arctic Sea so sublime.

Oh, Canada
So diverse and beautiful
How I love thee
From coast to coast
Every province and territory.

Have a great long weekend!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011


This week has been an interesting week - amazing weather, Game of Thrones finale, and we were adopted by a lil kitty - you know, important stuff.  =D

The weather this past weekend was phenomenal! I tossed aside all thoughts of work and enjoyed it completely. Went to the park on Saturday and tweeted all about it. What fun!

Game of Thrones finale this past Sunday was soooooo awesome! I love that show. How do they expect me to wait until spring 2012! Is this some kind of archaic torture! Ugh! ....well, at least I got the books, so there. =P

We were officially adopted by a lil kitty that wandered into our yard about a month ago. We kept telling it to 'go home', but apparently it was home. She is now my son's kitty and he named her Phoenix. She is the most snugly cat I have ever met.

For my writing exercise, I did something a little different. I know I usually write dark fantasy genre stuff, but I felt light, so I wanted to share that. Enjoy!

Do you know love?
Has it found you?
Has it shaped you?
Has it made you more than you thought you could be?

Do you dream of love?
That goal that drives you,
That face that haunts you,
It's yours already.

Do you see the love?
In the eyes of children,
In acts of kindness,
In friendship.

Do you hear the love?
In laughter,
In a whisper,
In your heart.

Can you feel the love?
It surrounds you,
It changes you,
It is you.

I believe true happiness begins within; then radiates outward. And, it's contagious! <3

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Crack the sky

This past weekend was amazing!  Sunny sunny sunny!  Love it!  Except, I have no sense and didn't wear sunscreen, so now I pay.  Sunburns suck...I'm just sayin'.  Got in some moat-time, walks and runs, even a fun afternoon with one of my best friends at Starbucks.  Life is good.

One of the best things that happened to me is that I finally got a solid idea for the third book in the 'Pretty' series.  I've been making notes, hashing things out in my head and it's starting to come together.  It's so exciting when that happens.  I can picture it now, and that is my indicator that I should run with it.

With all the 'fun time' over the weekend, I left it until the last minute to pull together a writing exercise.  Once again, I had one of those moments where a word or phrase gets stuck in my head and bangs around in there until I write it out.  This time it's 'Crack the sky' -- the title of this exercise.  It was tough, but I think I found a picture that represents my thoughts exactly.  Enjoy!

The night scores the earth with darkness. Tiny tendrils of light scratch at the gloom, desperate to crack the sky. Darkness bleeds into every crevasse, trying to wipe out the light entirely, but the dawn prevails. Silence stretches over the lands, blanketing the battle cries, the screams of pain, the moans of the dying. It is stifling. The eyes behold the horror – a bloodbath. So many lost souls. Lost fathers, brothers, sons. Bones, bathed in blood are scattered to the four corners. A feast for scavengers. A sight no eye should ever see.

Prayers to the Gods have failed us. We have been forsaken. My heart is weighted. My body weary. My mind, numb. I fear I will never feel again – for I am wiped clean. My hands, sticky with blood, seem foreign to me. I wield a sword. I hack. I cleave. I remember not. My ears ring from the clash of steel. My eyes burn with death and dying. I am a man without a soul. It lies at my feet, thrashing about it the blood-soaked mud. I care not to save it. For a man with a soul, is a dead man. He who hesitates, dies. Yet, do I truly live? The answer evades me.

I love writing so much.  I love the way I feel as the words flow through me and into the keyboard.  Life is good.