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.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011


So, I'm back on moat-duty.  There's a whole lotta work left to do.  Had a great, sunny, warm weekend and moved what looked like a mole hill pile of mud, that strangely felt more like a mountain.  How does that happen??

At any rate, my name came up in an article written in the The Winnipeg Review by Anita Daher, writer and editor extraordinaire!  It felt great to see my name along side some of the greats.  And encourages me to push harder to see the "Pretty" series back in print.  Just do it, KC!

Speaking of 'just do it', I was surfin' the Net and came across this amazing picture.  It was the image in the mirror the young woman is holding that really got me thinking and I came up with the following:

Takes the beast by its shrivelled heart
Pressing back evil
It falls prey to her charms.
Eyes of green
Lips so soft
Hair, red as fire
Skin, pale as snow.
No rhyme or reason
She unbalances the scales
An angel vs a devil
Beauty possesses him.

The Beast
Fathomless darkness
Festering hate
For nearly a millennia.
Eyes of red
Razor sharp teeth
Face of nightmares
Talons and scales.
Light penetrates the darkness
Splintering malice
Spreading warmth
Waking emotions long since thought dead.

Beauty and the Beast
Good overcomes evil
Light shatters darkness
Love conquers hate
Beyond all comprehension
A divided reflection blurs into one.

Can love truly conquer evil?  I think we would all like to think so.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Live true

Another week rolls by and warm, dry weather seems hesitant to stick around. Good weather or not, the week rounded off quite nicely when I got the chance to go grade nine grad dress shopping with my daughter. Do you remember when the important grad was grade 12?? Not-so-much today. There's a kindergarten grad, grade six, grade nine and grade 12 grad! Sheesh. My daughter and I had a blast, like we usually do. I'm very fortunate to be close with both of my kids. And, my daughter will look stunning for her grad. She tried on a bunch of dresses, but when we found the one, we knew we had to get it. She was completely put together with the dress, shoes, earrings, bracelet and purse and I got to say something that I've never said before: "We'll take it all." Made my credit card smoke, but was worth it! =D

For my next writing exercise, I wanted to write something with an inspirational edge. They always make me feel good. I wrote the poem before I got the image, so I hope they work! Check it out.

Life is to be lived…truly lived.
Love more, live more, be more.
Be ready to give more, receive more and feel more.
Never ask more from anyone that you wouldn’t give yourself.
Falter not.

Understand what it is to truly live.
Fight for what you believe in.
Follow your dreams.
Be passionate.

Focus on what’s important.
Dismiss the insignificant issues.
Find that thing that drives you.
Give it all you’ve got.

Harbour no hatred.
Forgive all transgressions.
Let go of the past.
Look towards the future.

Breathe deeply.
the world.
the world.
Allow yourself to feel all that is around you.
Be open.

Give the heart what it wants.
Love with everything inside you.
Say what is in your heart.
Be true to yourself.

Yup, it definitely makes me feel good.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Shakespearean infusion

I thought I was bein' a smarty pants by using the word "write" in all my blog titles, but have since discovered through some recent analysis, that dynamic titles have a real draw factor for the reader. So, I thought -- here's an opportunity to put those findings into practice. So, from now on, I'll be coming up with titles that better represent my writing exercises.

So, I think I'm starting to get the hang of Twitter. I've started using #hashtags. They're actually pretty cool and are helpful for searching or even tweet ideas. I'm starting to get a lil twaddicted. *just breath, KC*

Anyway, my daughter was working on an essay about Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, and it got me to thinking about famous Shakespearean lines and gave me the idea for my next writing exercise - basically it's a mash-up of Shakespeare quotes from all his plays, put together into a poem. =D

What's in a name? That which we call a rose
Shall I compare thee to a summers' day?
[But] The course of true love never did run smooth
Is whispering nothing?
The lady doth protest too much
[And] All that glisters is not gold

It smells to heaven
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain
The green-eyed monster
This thing of darkness
Swift as a shadow
Make mad the guilty

And thus I clothe my naked villainy
More sinned against than sinning
One that loved not wisely but too well
The most unkindest cut of all
[So] The patient must minister to himself
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow

Why then tonight let us assay our plot
The quality of mercy is not strained
In my heart of hearts
Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
To thine own self be true
So sweet was never so fatal

O, happy dagger!
Chaos is come again
Neither rhyme nor reason
That way madness lies
O, what men do dare!
O villain, villain, smiling damned villain!

Parting is such sweet sorrow
Done to death by slanderous tongue
We came crying hither
We have seen better days

I go, and it is done; the bell invites me
Is this a dagger which I see before me?
Cowards die many times before their deaths
O coward conscience, how dost though afflict me!
Screw your courage to the sticking place
For goodness sake
What's done is done
[A] Forgone conclusion

Anything in the square brackets [ ], were added by me and not part of the original quotes.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Write in the mind

I'm so happy! The sun is shining! And has been since Saturday. My yard is drying and there's hope that I could have a sidewalk this year! Whoopee!

I've been using Twitter and MySpace and some other web sites to promote this blog, but I'm not all that knowledgeable on how to use Twitter. I see there's some kind of 'technique' to Tweets that has been elusive to me. I've been following some Twitter accounts to try and get the gist of it, but have been hesitant on actually testing this new found knowledge. So far, I just post what I'm bloggin'. I wonder if there's a Twitter for Dummies book, cuz I'd get it!

Anyway, on to my continued passion with the fantasy genre. The words 'spiritus mundi' got stuck in my head (don't ask me why, stuff just gets stuck there - I've learned to just go with it), and from that, came this poem:

Fatal instincts
Flawed design
Hearts of anarchy
Fear sublime

Harboured rage
Faith revoked
Battle lines drawn
Soul is stoked

Weapons a ready
Fire in our veins
Brother by brother
Our land, it remains

Clash of steel
Splinter of bone
Driven by blood lust
Hearts turn to stone

Advancing forward
Pushing back
Losing ground
Faltering attack

Brothers falling
Terror and screams
Death and dying
Shattered dreams

Loss abounds
Shaken to the core
Blood soaked earth
We’ve become what we abhor

Spiritus mundi
Save us now
Falling to our knees
Our heads do bow

Forgive us now
For what we have become
We seek amends
For what we have begun

Spiritus sancti
Protect our souls
Fill our hearts
Bring us home

As crazy as it is, I do love when things get 'stuck' in my head. :o)

Monday, May 9, 2011

Write exciting!

My mother's day was awesome! My kids spoil me. My son took me to see the movie: "Thor", and my daughter baked me an amazing cake with palm trees, a blue ocean and lil Jamaican dudes dancing. I am so blessed. =D

Have you been watching the new series, 'Game of Thrones'? All I can say is...WOW! What an amazing show. I can't wait to get my hands on George R.R. Martin's books...ummm, is it just me, or did that kinda sound weird. At any rate, I will read those books...oh yes, I will. =D

Anyhoo, this eerie image drew me the moment I saw it. With it's tiny bit of light desperately trying to push through ugly clouds, while all the darkness presses it back. The following came to me.

The dawn is dead.

Fed to the darkness by liars, thieves and murderers. No distinction between right and wrong - the line blurs into nothingness. They hate. They steal. They kill.

And, the darkness comes.

The night creeps and crawls and slithers into every corner, into every crevice. Searching and choking out the light. It is silent. It is invisible. It is insidious.

It comes for us.

The last of the good hearts. Too few. Weakened by the constant night. Weary. We battle what we cannot see or hear or even touch. We are fragile. We fall. We die. We are human. We fight for humanity...or what is left of it. And we can never stop.

For there is no one to blame.

We took the dawn for granted. We betrayed. We let ourselves be betrayed. We should have done more. We should have done so much more.

We failed ourselves...

My love for the fantasy genre continues to grow. <3

Monday, May 2, 2011

Write opposite

Today, Canadians go to the polls. Democracy is such an awesome privilege! Every vote counts, so don't forget to cast your vote!

My mom participated in an art show of local artists this past weekend and it was a great success! Even though the weather sucked. I mean seriously, how can it be 21C one day, then 3C and raining the next day, then -3C and snowing the next. It felt like we experienced three seasons in a weekend! Ack! Anyway, one of my mom's painting titles inspired me to write my next piece -- Positively Negative -- where all that is negative, has a positive spin.

Night is day
The dawn guides the way
No is yes
The absence of guess

Sadness is happiness
Exhilaration fills us
Hard is easy
Simple effort is pleasing

Down is up
Scaling heights, never stop
Long is short
Distance, our consort

Ice is fire
Burning hot, we aspire
Crazy is sane
There is no one to blame

Old is new
Rebirth reigns true
Black is white
Darkness shifts to light

Bad is good
It saves, as it should
Hate is love
Fine line, needs but a shove

War is peace
Freedom, an ingrained belief
Death is life
Filled with wonder and beauty, not strife.

I love it when a plan comes together. =D

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Write 'wonder'ful

Spring has sprung! The weather is beautiful. The sun is shining. All is right with the world. Now, if only I didn't have to look at large mud piles in my yard and the lack of grass thereof. At least the mud is dry and no longer acts like a sucking tar pit. Good times ahead! Maybe I'll regain those awesome muscles I developed in the fall -- now that's an incentive!

I keep trying to think of different ways to add some variety to my little writing exercises, and yes, I know, I've been sliding in the consistency of posting, but I have an excuse! Okay, I don''s just utter laziness. At least I'm honest with myself.

So anyway, I was watching a show on TV and it was about the many wonders of the world. Now, the seven wonders are really cool, but there are so many other wonders on this amazing planet too. So, I wrote this poem...or at least I think it's a poem. =D

Wonders of the world
Beautiful and mysterious
Thought provoking...
Pyramids - final resting place of kings
Easter Island - faces of stone
Great Barrier Reef - life and beauty and colours abound
Great Wall of China - miles of defense
Stonehenge - incredible stone formations
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon - innovative irrigation
Ayers Rock - primeval blood-red rock
Grand Canyon - carved by water and time
Aurora Borealis - sky, alive with colour
Roman Colloseum - gladiator battles
Taj Mahal - inner peace
Chchen Itza - ancient steps to the stars
Our world has so many wonders to behold
This, but a snapshot of so much more
Awe-inspiring and mind-bending
Bewildering and breathtaking
Wonders of OUR world
How truly blessed we are.

These are but a handful of the amazing creations, both natural and man-made. What an amazing world we live in.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Scars...write deep

I am so excited! I'm bettin' that coming very soon will be the Easter version of Angry Birds! Just keep 'em comin', Angry Bird game makin' peeps!

I've decided to learn another language - I'm taking French. It's so much fun! Up until this point, all I knew is what I learned on Sesame Street, and to be quite honest, it doesn't get you very far. Course my husband thinks that you can get by on, "bonjour, mon capitaine" (from Q in Star Trek the Next Generation) - he figures if you know that line, what else do ya need? =o)

Well, you might need a canoe if you live in Manitoba. Some pretty nasty flooding going on around here. We keep hoping for no rain and no snow...fingers crossed!!

In this writing project, I tried something a little different; it's a pyramid-type poem: one word to eight words, then eight words back down to one. I had a ball with this one - you gotta pay close attention to the word count and it still has to make sense. Love it!

Deep inside
Hidden so well
Ever changed by tragedy
Darkness hints beneath the surface
A facade indicative of broken dreams
Ravaged by unrelenting nightmares night after night
Revenge burning inside a heart gone ice cold
No fear of the consequences only strong conviction
Smile on outside to fool and captivate
Laughter faked with skill and ease
A dance with the devil
A soul lost forever
Such beautiful lies
Pretty deceits

It's short, but it's not about the length of these projects, it's all about gettin' 'er done!

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Write proud of myself

I have to admit, I'm pretty proud of the set-up of my last blog and now this one. The blogger 'compose' template has been giving me trouble and I've had to use html to fix it. Now, I'm no html genius, so being able to fix the spacing, italics, and even setting up the picture properly was pretty darn amazin' for me! Yay!

Anyway, I searched around for an image to write about and came across the one below. I'm gonna try something a little different and write a fight scene. Let's see if I can do it!

She breathed short controlled breaths. Her heart pounded hard against her ribcage. Her muscles, coiled and ready. Her weapons, positioned at her sides.

The air crackled with energy, and all creatures fell silent as if they knew...

Knew what she knew...that today she would die...

She was not afraid.

Dawn had come and she knew this was the day of days. She knew they would come for her. The wind tossled her hair wildly around her face and her eyes burned with malice she would not allow herself to deny. She would hate, and it would consume her, and she would use it.

She placed one foot in front of the other and headed towards him, her blades heavy in her hands, making her muscles burn. She ignored their weight, conscious only of them being an extension of her arms. She rotated one wrist, arcing the weapon in a circle, then repeated the move with the other.

He watched her, his lips curled in a sardonic, malicious grin.

How she hated that smile.

Close enough now to smell the stink of him, she dropped into a fighting stance. Her blades at the ready.

His smile grew larger, showing a row of broken, ragged, rotting teeth. He raised his large, menacing blade.

"You are either very brave or very stupid," he said, as he began to circle her.

She pivoted, never taking her eyes off him. "I am neither. But perhaps you should talk less and fight more." That raised a chuckle from his men.

With a roar he swung his blade high and then down, connecting hard with hers and driving her to her knees. He raised his arms again and she dropped and rolled away as he swung, his blade glancing off a rock, sending a spray of sparks. He relentlessly followed her, driving his sword down onto hers over and over, keeping her on the defensive.

She blocked. She parried. But, he pushed her farther and farther back. Her muscles screamed in agony, but she would never let him see any weakness. She spun around and dived into a tuck and roll, coming out onto her feet again. But he was bigger, faster, and before she could regain a defending position, he was upon her. And with that hateful smile, he drove his blade to the hilt into her midsection. She stared at the steel protruding from her body, her life's blood seeping from the edges of the wound.

He leaned in close, his face mere inches from hers, his breath making her gag.

"Such a waste," he said softly, touching her cheek, smearing the trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth.

"At least I am not a fool," she whispered, and with that, she drove a small dagger into his heart.

He didn't even have time to look stunned, he just dropped heavily to the ground in a heap. Without him holding her upright, she toppled and fell next to him. She could hear a flurry of voices and activity, but she barely noticed. Instead, she stared into the vacant eyes of her enemy. She could feel herself slipping away, but this was her turn to smile.

This scene coulda been way longer, but I held back a bit, as this is only an exercise, but it was so much fun!

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

It's all write with me

So, the other day I was feeling chilled. It's not that it is actually that cold here at home, maybe it was doing this writing exercise. Cuz honestly, I was freezing after I finished this one. Needing to warm up fast, I grabbed a blanket, turned up the heat a bit and imagined I was back on the beach in Jamaica....ahhhhhh. Then I opened my eyes, looked out the window and saw the mudsoaked plains that have become my yard, and reality crashed in...ugh...

Anyway, subject change! I do so love the colours in this image! Wow! Good and evil battle overhead of men below - shows the true fragility of man...

Surely my eyes deceive me, for I see the heavens open and angels appear.

Have I died?

But that cannot be...

I can still hear the howling wind ferociously rip at us. Feel the angry waves continously toss and batter our boat. I taste salt on my lips and feel it sting my eyes. I am soaked and chilled to the bone. My muscles burn and ache so bad they are beginning to seize.

No, I have most definitely not died. Yet, death is all around me. I see bodies cast about in snarling water and broken bits of timber slam against our small vessel. I hear the cries of men who've fallen overboard. My comrades...sickness engulfs me as the waves consume them.

Our boat teeters precariously on huge waves, then plunges steeply down only to be picked up again and again. The ocean, intent on devouring us too.

We are in the midst of something truely beyond our comprehension. If I were not seeing it myself, I would scoff at the teller of this tale. Though, it is unlikely that any man will repeat these incredulous events, for They do not see us. Or, perhaps it is that we are insignificant, and not worthy of Their attention. This truth is staggering, and gives me the desire to best survive.

For this story should be told...I must get through this...I must tell it. So that man will know that our Gods have failed us...

Fantasy genre is so awesome - you can do anything with it! Love it!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Write springy day...not

Spring is in the air! Well, kinda sorta. But it's not -40C, so I'm happy with that. Although, with spring, flooding may be an issue. There's a lot of snowfall all around us that may fill up the Red River and make it pretty uncomfy here. I may wanna get my canoe and hip-waders ready...

Okay! Let's write!

Darkness creeps across alabaster stone, pressing back rays of sunlight. A chill settles, chasing away any warmth. The air falls still, stale and fetid. The ground shudders and moans as he rises from the earth, spreading distorted, broken and blackened wings, like angry spikes protruding from his spine. Black smoke spirals up and out all around him, stamping out the sun completely. A high-pitched screech, pierces the ears, drawing blood. Eyes, serpent red, glow beneath a dark hood. The power at his fingertips, crackles with intensity. He reeks of pure evil and burns with hatred.

They thought they could control sentence their enemies to a gruesome end...but they were wrong. He feels no kinship. He does not hasten to any call. He does not abide by any rules. He feels nothing, except a burning desire to destroy...everything. They realize their mistake...too late.

Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. The ground turns to ebony glass beneath their feet. Fire sears their flesh. They scream, but no one hears them. There will be no help. They brought down this fury upon themselves. Their city burns and crumbles all around them. The horrific irony of the situation is a lesson learned, but there will be no opportunity to practice the lesson. The true weight of their decision being felt in full magnitude.

Terror-filled faces turned toward the heavens; they beg and plead for mercy. How could they have known?

But, they should have known...that the moment they struck the bargain with something so vile, that their fate was sealed.

I popped back into the dark fantasy genre. The thoughts and ideas these dark images evoke are incredible.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

A write green day!

I'm so excited!

Angry birds has a new 'seasons' version for St. Patrick's day! They've even Irish'd up the Angry Birds theme song. Now I can slingshot angry birds and jig at the same time.

So awesome! Just sayin...

In the spirit of St. Paddy's Day, I've composed a lil ditty. (Please note: I am not Irish, merely an Irish wannabe).

Luck of the Irish,
Pots of gold and rainbows,
Leprechauns and magic,
Shamrocks and green meadows.

Fiddlin' and tappin',
Jiggin' and singin',
Good ole Irish ditties,
Fine whiskey for drinkin'.

Faeries and pixies,
Celtic religion,
Legends abound,
In every region.

Emerald green rolling hills,
Majestic oak trees,
Standing stones,
Cool ocean breeze.

Medieval castles,
Fine lords and ladies,
Deep moats and drawbridges,
Mazes and aviaries.

Clan tartan kilts,
Claddaghs and celtic knots,
Blarney stone fable,
Fathomless lochs.

So, go 'Fighting Irish',
Gotta love what they say!
'Kiss me I'm Irish',
And have a happy St. Patrick's day!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Write kind of love

With so much happening in the world right now - the earthquake/tsunami in Japan - I honestly couldn't bring myself to comment/complain/or joke about the weather here at home. In fact, if the weather was the worst thing in my life right now, I count myself as very fortunate. My heart goes out to Japan and my prayers are with them.

So, I'm just gonna get right into my writing exercise. Gonna take another shot at poetry. I found the following picture in the fantasy genre images. This image evoked a lotta thoughts.

Like a siren's song,
on a peaceful night,
her voice so sweet 'n' strong,
to a sailor's delight.

Upon the wind,
she entices them,
changing within,
even the strongest of men.

Face like an angel,
smile like the sun,
voice like a bell,
eyes as blue as the ocean.

Far and wide,
she's known to all,
upon the tide,
she heeds their call.

When danger does befall,
they put their ear to the wind,
listening for their angel's call,
to guide them safely in.

Her love for them infinite,
protecting them as her own,
to the sea they will not commit,
she always guides them home.

I went for the good thoughts with this image -- wanted a positive message. Take care everyone.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Write fun!

Went glow bowling for my niece's 30th birthday on Saturday night. Three games in two hours. Good times! It's been awhile since I last bowled and I coulda sworn I was much better at it. Course, I did notice my game improved with the addition of spirits. Go figure. I thought about trying to bowl like Fred Flintstone - you know the way he bowled - he'd do the tippy-toe thing, the pirouette, then throw the ball...STEEERIKE! It works better in the cartoons...just saying.

Now, write on!

My son gave me this strange picture, as you see below. This was a toughy, but here goes!

Seeing is believing, yet they do not see. Layers upon layers of intricate labyrinths lay beneath the surface, yet they blindly accept face value. Fogged with delusions, the careful existence of man staggers drunkenly in ignorance, giving credence to blighters and liars. The dawning of hope dashed by inconsistencies and confusion, they spin perilously close to the edge, yet desire to be saved.

It takes only one to raise infuse doubt in a belief effect change. Do not fear the unknown. Hold fast to that which sets us apart. Do not dither, or willfully follow those who bury their head in the sand. Ardently strive for more. Never allow them to dissuade or belittle you. Forge a new path and others will follow. Dreams and ideas can never be contained. Hope and love can be slighted, but never completely extinguished. Life knows no boundries, except those that we allow. Believe in yourself, and they will believe in you.

Strong words...inspiring words, yet still they wait...for someone else to step forward.

I often wonder where my thoughts will go when I write from these images. And I have to admit, I am very often surprised by the results.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Write cute!

I am a huge fan of the Angry Birds game on my iPhone, so my son bought for me the plushies for all the characters. He actually ordered them for Christmas, but they were on back order and only just arrived! They're very popular lil guys. I'm so excited!!

Check 'em out! Love it!!

Okay, let's get to the writin'!

The night lay heavy. Twin moons sparked brightly, almost blasphemous against an ebony sky. The seascape, strangely calm, lapped gently at the toes of his jackboots. The leather of his gloved hands creaked as he gripped the hilt of his heavy sword tightly against his thigh. His heart thundered beneath his ribcage. His breath quickened.

How long had it been since he'd seen those very spires cutting sharply into the clouds? Since he'd lain next to the woman who claimed his heart? Since he'd held his son? A lifetime ago...

Yet the rage in his soul was fresh; cultivated daily, hourly, every second that the blood coursed through his veins. He braced himself for the images that scored his brain and blurred his vision...their screams for him...their life's blood at his feet...the inhuman cries that ripped from his throat...

All that was good in him died with them, and in its place a darkness was born.

He turned and looked at the men behind him, their faces stark in the moonlight. Horses stamped and snorted and pawed at sand, dimpled with the foot and hoof prints of the many that awaited his command.

The time had come. And those who had taken from him would bear the brunt of his wrath. Would experience true fear. Would understand his agony. And...would breathe no more...

You know, I really struggled with this image for some reason. I had originally wanted to go with a sweeter love theme, but my words kept leaning towards lost love, so I stopped fighting myself and went with it. Maybe it's his body language, I'm not really sure. But this image had a story that was intent on being told, even if only a snapshot of that story.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Write beautiful

My daughter, Karagin, and I went to the spa last week. It was sooooooo amazing. We got the signature pedicure. Talk about getting pampered! We arrived a 6 p.m. and didn't leave until 9 p.m.! The beautiful pedicure was just the icing on the cake. We got big fluffy robes, a leg and foot massage, numerous different kinds of treatments like deep leg and foot moisturising and hot paraffin wax treatment for the feet, just to name a couple. There's yummy snacks and tea or water, or even wine if you'd like to buy a glass. There's even these little cabanas surrounded by sheers that you can recline in while your pedicure dries. Oh! Did I mention you get a massage?! Oy! :o)

Karagin would like to make it a yearly occurence...hmmmm...I like the sound of that.

On to the writin'!

Destination unclear to the naked eye,
Floating freely, weightless in the sky.

Desire to dream infinitely unaffected,
Focus of mind intensely perfected.

Inspiration true to form,
Ideology so easily born.

A gateway to a perfect place,
Leave far behind, the human race.

Time and space a veritable blur,
Peaceful message so sweet and pure.

But back to reality, one must come,
To the place that leaves one numb.

Body mired in fire and ice,
Soul mislead by fanciful entice.

Not to be fooled by beautiful dreams,
Nothing is ever as it seems.

I haven't written a poem in a very long time, especially the rhyming kind - they're tough! I have a re-newed appreciation for poetry.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Write cold!

Okay, old man winter is seriously getting on my nerves. It was -41C with the windchill today. On the way to the bus this morning, I had icicles hanging off my eyelashes and the rubber soles on my boots turned hard and I was slipping all over the ice. I REALLY don't like winter...I'm just sayin'... It's days like today that make me wanna pack up and head to Jamaica for good!

Have I mentioned previously that I LOVE Jamaica?? Okay, maybe once or twice.

So, my son, Jay, really liked my previous writing exercise -- liked that it was different. He sent me a very cool image with the challenge: "Let's see what you come up with on this one, this is a handful." Hmmmm...what to do....what to do...

I fear the worst.

On their knees, my comrades pray to whatever Gods still remain. I find no comfort in their words.

I turn my filthy, blood-spattered face toward the heavens. The dawning light chokes and sputters in a dismal, sepia-coloured sky, taking with it the faint, flickering hope in my heart.

The earth, soggy and saturated with the blood of our fallen brothers, gives beneath our feet with a grotesque sucking sound. The screams of the dying chill me to the bone.

Walls of our once great city lay in shattered ruins all around us. Neighbouring cities turn their backs on us, for what had we done to bring such wrath down upon our heads.

We are all that remain.

The high-pitch howl of gulraths send shivers up and down my spine. Gulraths -massive beasts that moved upon hind legs and knuckles, like great apes. Hideous spikes protrude from distorted spines, rows upon rows of razor-like teeth and claws that could rip a man in two. The ground shudders as they near.

I flex my trembling fingers on the hilt of my battered sword. What good is steel against warlocks. I see the lighted tips of their staffs in the distance - too many to count.

Weak with hunger and no rest. The few against the many. Steel against magic and beast.

Yes, I fear the worst...

I can honestly say that a whole story could come from this image, Jay! Thank you so much for this one! Can't wait to see what you come up with next. :o)

Monday, February 21, 2011

All the write peeps

Sunday was family day - spent the afternoon with my aunt and the evening with my mom.

My aunt cooked a huge meal - was sooo good! She followed it up with a desert called: 'monkey buns'....yup, I'm totally serious, that's what they're called. Basically, it's cinnamon bun dough made into balls and placed in a bundt pan and baked. Then covered with cinnamon and brown sugar drizzle and icing...oy. Actually, she wasn't done. It was my bday recently and she knows I love shortbread cookies - so she made me five dozen!

And, there's even more...

It was my mom's bday Sunday, so we had a little party. My daughter, Karagin, and I made her a card. Karagin drew an amazing picture (she's a fantastic artist and photographer and she's only 15!), and I wrote the inside. My mom loves stuff like that.

After all that family fun, I seriously need to get back to my running program!

I wonder how many calories typing burns.....let's find out!

Remarkable folly. Incredible feat. Unimaginable gateway.
Indescribable fascination. Copious generosity. Beautiful autonomy.
Practical thoughts. Impractical decisions. Inevitable repercussions.
Typical insight. Obscure scruples. Infinite power.
Strength displayed. Empathy displaced. Fear discerned.
Incredulous disgust. Phenomenal backlash. Force withdrawn.
Peace restored. Questions remain. Lesson learned?

Okay, I'm thinkin' I didn't burn many calories....dang.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Write scary

I had to do a presentation at work on Friday. Let me tell you, public speaking is NOT something I enjoy. It totally freaks me out - my heart pounds, my hands shake, I feel light headed and my mind goes blank.


It's not like I haven't done public speaking, I did plenty when Pretty Pretty first came out. But, I just can't get used to it. I could join Toastmasters, there's chapter at my workplace, but I haven't been able to bring myself to do it yet.

So, why is speaking in front of people such a big deal? Why are we so afraid to look silly? I know I tell myself over and over that I don't care what others think of me -- but ultimately, I do. So, if I do public speaking more often, will it cure me of the fear? Okay, now I'm just breaking out in a sweat. I think this fear thing is gonna take a wee bit of work.

I'm gonna do my writing exercise to get my mind off it.

How vast life seems. I yearn for things that seem so far out of my reach. I have walked for miles, but the wind erases my footsteps, so I cannot remember where I've been or how far I've come. I tell myself, only one more hill and I will be where I need to be, but all I find is more hills as far as the eye can see. The sun beats down, relentless. I feel weak. Maybe, I could just rest here. But I fear if I fall to my knees, I will not stand again. I feel something deep inside propel me. I find strength where I thought I had none. I find love in the most unlikely places. My dreams will not be quieted. I will not fear the hills ahead; for they are my inspiration. I will touch the horizon. I will paint the sky blue. For all that I have ever needed has never been over those hills, it has always been within me.

Perhaps I've just answered my own question...

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The kitty is always write

Yup, my crazy lil kitty is at it again. She's a demanding little thing, especially when it comes to her food and water. Whenever we eat, Xena eats, so, while we're eating breakfast, the lil diva decided her water dish wasn't fresh enough. She meowed, rubbed our legs, tried to stare us down, but we ignored her. Not one to be ignored, she jumped up onto a perch that allows her to see out the kitchen window and proceeded to lick the frost on the to say, I freshened her water dish.

Anyway, I discovered that my netbook's MS Office was only a trial version...ugh. I mean, it did warn me that the trial was coming to an end. Said some features would be unavailable...ummm, really?? The only feature that works is the window that allows you to purchase the "full version". Okay, so I'm thinking my idea of "some" and theirs must obviously be QUITE different. So, I wasn't able to work on my book last night. KC was not happy. :o(

I did, however, find a new image to write about. Yay! Check it out:

Roiling mist swirls around tree roots jutting raggedly from a dark, thick, mossy base. Sharp, earthy scents hover, mocking the senses. A dream-like state, eerily manifests itself with a headiness that makes one question one's sanity. Silence presses down with suffocating intent. Pinpoints of light battle with gloom for dominance. The ground feels like a living, breathing entity, moving with each step. He returns here...over and over. He needs to see her, if only in his mind. His heart, broken and bloodied. Why hadn't he said the things he should have? Regret burns like acid. Taken too soon. No more time. No rewind. A final chapter, remains unwritten...

I love how things evolve when I'm writing. When I started to write my impression of this image, it changed in mid-type and just...became. Awesome!

Monday, February 14, 2011

Write from the heart

Happy Valentines' Day!

In the spirit of the day, I thought about writing something nice and sweet, then it hit me...


That's what everyone else is doing -- it's all about the unicorns and rainbows. :o)

I decided I wanna play devil's advocate. So I dug up an image that isn't very 'heart day' like...

Dark cupid...unfathomable phantom of the human psyche. Rising from fiery depths; the earth, scored and blackened. Fevered, filled with hunger, unmerciful. Stark, bony, garish features. Eyes, hollow. Wings, black as soot. Vile stench of evil. Torment dwells deep. Sadness emanates upon a haunting melody that lures shattered souls. Abundance of loneliness and despair on which to feed. Broken hearts of the fallen, relinquished with ease. Promises and lies, indistinguishable. Hope, wavering. Fall not to desolation. Fight, demand the legacy. Speak not with acrimony. Hold true to oneself. The journey, arduous. Strength, within. Love, powerful. Time, both an enemy and a saviour. Tire not. Falter never. Live…always.

Yup, this was short and me! =D

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Write crazy

So, today, I kept having this feeling that someone was watching me and every time I turned around, there was my cat, Xena! She just sits there and stares at me. Okay, I think I mentioned my kitty's a little strange. So get this, I literally have a conversation with my little creeper and she gives me total attitude! With a flick of her tail, she stalks off, leaving me to wonder who's crazier -- my lil stalker, or me for trying to get into the head of a feline -- not a pretty sight. Just sayin'...

Since my last post, I worked on the edits a friend made to my second book. I have to admit that I was pleased that the tracked changes were minimal. I need to do a read thru now to see how well the changes flow, but so far it's looking good!

I kept thinking about my writing exercise today. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, so I searched thru a bunch of images for one that would grab me. As I looked at each image, I realized that I'm really rather likin' the fantasy genre. The genre is kind of a stretch for me, which is something else these exercises have taught me -- I do all right when I push myself out of my comfort zone. Here's my latest:

Moonlight presses hard against tightly crossed branches; weak tendrils of light find victory only to get smothered by vapour coiling angrily across uneven terrain. Whispers hiss from shadows; filled with both despair and rage. Darkness solidifies, reaching out from crumbling masonry with bony fingers. Fear resonates, stinking of brimstone. Horror rises like bile, scorching and vile. Walls hide, but do not contain the blasphemous ugliness. Unceasing fires burn, but fail to destroy such evil. Only one, pure of heart, will crumble both stone and spire and expose the cursed to the light that it so fears.

Book time tomorrow. Gonna be great!

Ummm, little creeper is back again...