I am a self confessed adrenaline junkie. I love to be physical and literally throw myself into whatever it is I'm doing in the most explosive way. However, it isn't just for the thrill of it, or the rush, It is for the experience and the mastery of it. When I was nothing but a... Continue Reading →
Meaning in the Eye of the Beholder
I am naturally an extrovert. I thrive around people, being social, being active, interacting and engaging with my surroundings and all that surrounds me! I love to host, I love to bring people out of their shells, I love to be the first one on the dance floor, sharing my creativity and inspiring others to... Continue Reading →
Change With The Seasons
With Monday came fall - though the stores would have one believe it's time to herald in Christmas...I mean don't get me wrong I love me some Christmas, but I also love me some Halloween. I love the atmospheric resonance of all things fall. The rainy days, the crunchy leaves, the vibrant last burst of... Continue Reading →
The End
Saturday saw me write this definitive text...and I got to say I am trepeditiously pleased. A little over a year in the abstract making and I have a trilogy on my hands! Final word count was 300,074, with page # at 619 enough to see each book comfortably with 200+ pages - of course that's... Continue Reading →
Don’t Hate The Manic Pixie Dream Girl, Hate The Way We Treat Her
Coined by Film Critic Nathan Rabin, the Manic Pixie Dream Girl is the trope of a character who’s soul existence is to help their sensitive leading man find his heart again by showing him the magic that life has to offer through their usual playfully unorthodox views and whimsical traits. She has been called out... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I Can Only Type A – A Writer’s Self Editing Rant
As a writer there is nothing better then typing the words The End onto whatever story you have been etching onto the page from the very inner depths of your brink, sinew and soul. Sure there can be a bittersweet edge laced into the Fin of what the words represent, for no longer will... Continue Reading →
When Is A Picture Worth More Than A Word Count?
No, this isn't going to be the great paradox of my blog, nor is it some sinister throw down to wage a war of debate between writer's and artist. In fact the answer is rather easy and one that I was reminded of during a recent writing prompt. So, when is a picture worth more... Continue Reading →