Lost Ages series: Part I. The Awakening by Clara Hume ISBN: 978-0-9877813-7-6 Copyright © 2019 Dragonfly Publishing Cover art © elenara (#csp2874455) and © kamchatka (#csp9834674); standard licensing through CanStock Photo All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including …
I’m in a really good mood right now because I had a modified work day off and ended up slipping out of my winter funk and did some light jogging and biking. It’s such a great day out: sunny, warm, and the trees and flowers are green and red and blue and yellow. Plus I …
Here’s a fun exercise for memoir writers. It’s journal-writing combined with word association. This is not “add a new associated word” but write an idea about what this word or phrase means right now. During a cold winter night, as I’m trying to renew myself from a days-long flu bug, I look forward to next …
After all my bragging about it feeling like spring in the last post, the lower mainland is now experiencing a cold-front, and we got our first snow on Sunday. It was nothing to write home about, and I wasn’t nearly excited as I would have been about snow in late December. It was nice, though, …
So many poets and novelists have led me to where I am at today. Especially those who remember nature and write words that you wish you could write. They write words that you can grab and wrap around you. They write words that bring you into the love of forests, rivers, mountains, lakes, oceans, deserts, …
Unlike the rest of Canada, we haven’t seen a bit of snow except for up in the mountains. It has rained a lot, barely dipping below freezing. My sage and thyme on the balcony are still alive from last summer. The past few days have been chilly but full of sunshine, a nice break from …
I do this every year on the blog: figure out which memories of the past year stand out the most. I woke up early this morning and walked to the skytrain. It was still dark and very clear with stars blinking from the far beyond. The pavement below was icy in places, and the cedars …
Note that this story is fairly long, and I’ve only added the first chapter here. It’s something I wrote as a teenager/young adult. I can see how my writing style has changed quite a bit. The title “Mt. Sapo” is just a thought. Part One Chapter 1 My daddy told me a piece of trivia …
It is in these quiet moments that the glacier reveals herself in entirely novel and original ways. There is so much in life that can be missed if we don’t settle down for a bit. My life is full of distractions—deadlines, flights to catch, a smartphone that beeps away, life life life. Listening brings things …
I want to see mountains again, Gandalf, mountains, and then find somewhere where I can rest. In peace and quiet, without a lot of relatives prying around, and a string of confounded visitors hanging on the bell. I might find somewhere where I can finish my book. I have thought of a nice ending for …