One Last Petal

Today I have a story to tell you guys. I’m a bit of history buff at times and I recently attended a talk given by a local author and researcher regarding a major historical event for this region. I spoke briefly with the author, Janet Maybee, after the presentation. Aside from being quite passionate about her topic, she was very sweet and encouraging, and I’m still fangirling a little bit over meeting a Real Author. You know, one of the Published Ones. But anyway, this is about the story she felt needed to be told, not mine, so, without further ado: December 6, 1917, began like most other mornings in Halifax as the Great War raged on across the seas. People got up and went about their business, doing their part for the war effort, despite the plea in every heart that it would just end. The harbour was particularly busy at this time as hundreds of ships gathered to form convoys, trusting in the safety of numbers to fend off the the horror that lay beneath the Atlantic Ocean - the G

Progress!! Hurrah!! Except, there hasn't been as much progress as there should have been this month, unfortunately. I knew that the first part of the month would be busy with family-related things, and various distractions from Real Life, which is why I made my goal rather low. I didn't expect quite so much to happen, pulling me away from my nice quiet evenings of writing. Life seems to be settling a little bit now, so I'm confident I can get back on track before the end of the month, especially as there are two Saturdays in there with no plans at the moment. Other than helping a friend move. Oops. Probably shouldn't have offered to help in April... In terms of the story, I think it's progressing fairly well. Perhaps a little more slowly than I had anticipated, but based on previous critiques, earlier exposition seemed like a good idea. My goal is to have a good solid base for the trilogy, so that I don't have to worry about remembering to explain th

As I’m writing their story for my Camp NaNo project, now seems as good a time as any to tell you all about the cutest couple ever. (The Author would here like to state that she totally isn’t biased, what are you talking about?) “Trap” is the official ship name of Topside and Raven, two very different people from separate universes who met in a role playing thread, and despite all the trouble this would cause their Authors, couldn’t help but fall in love. Topside is a little over thirty years old, and a former USAF test pilot. He continues his risk-taking career as a member of an elite task force.  Despite his daredevil tendencies, he’s quite laid back and gets along with pretty much everyone. He can be rather stubborn and fiercely loyal, rarely backing down from a fight if it involves someone he cares about. However, it isn’t often that he takes offence personally, and is slow to anger. At 6’3, Topside is taller than most, but his height is tempered by his broad shoulders and lean

Sunday started off perfectly.  I was visiting my boyfriend's family, which is always a pleasant time. Breakfast was a cozy affair, with plenty of coffee, then it was off to church. Everyone there is very welcoming, and after the morning service, there was a fellowship lunch (aka potluck). I talked to an exchange student from Thailand, snuggled a baby, coerced boyfriend (Killian) into bringing me more coffee - all normal, mundane things. Bible study followed lunch - they are discussing Colossians at the moment. And I was happy. I was looking forward to a quiet afternoon with my boyfriend, maybe taking a drive around the countryside as it was too cold for a walk, and a relaxing evening after, chatting with his parents before returning home for work Monday. Everything was right in my little corner of the world. Until I looked at my phone. I had a message from a friend. Things had just gone horribly wrong in her corner of the world, and they would never be the same again. I crumble

Finding Raven *drumroll please* Ta-da! Here's the big reveal of my CampNaNo April 2016 project!! Characters from all sorts of genres find themselves dropped into a tiny corner of the world. There, a young girl, the raven spirit bearer, and a military test pilot find themselves falling in love. There is a place, that is neither very far nor very near, in which worlds meet without any of the usual unfortunate happenings that generally accompany such things. It should also be known that, other than a few rare exceptions, such as poor cellular service or the atmosphere not quite agreeing with one, one can generally expect that whatever abilities one has in one’s own world will work exactly the same here. Money isn’t required here: there is nothing to buy. Nor are phones or any other such commodities of any use. What is needed here, is found here; or it is found that it isn’t needed here. Known as “The Corner”, because it lies at the corner of all the worlds, it