It’s funny. One literary agent rejected Red Tiger because my main protagonist, Galen Sinclair, was a Lawful-Good character from the Dungeon & Dragons universe. Only he’s not, not really. He is someone who always wants to do the right thing, but he sometimes chooses to do things that he believes are incredibly evil in the…
I live just ten to fifty minutes away a bevy of gorgeous beaches that we visit all year ’round. Lawrencetown is for surfers, not bathers, but it is so beautiful and dramatic.
Galen Sinclair heaved, his mouth bubbling with the salty, metallic taste of blood; he felt a rush of fear, knew that he hadn’t been breathing. His eyes fluttered, closed again. Nothing. The night was like pitch, with only the soft chirping of a few cold crickets to break the silence. His senses reached out, found…
Her name was Bethany. Perhaps we were destined to meet. After my mother died—I took care of Connie for 13 years—we lived hand-to-mouth. I was debilitated by daily migraines and chronic fatigue from a misdiagnosed pituitary tumor, and worked sporadically, so we couldn’t afford a city rent. We packed our meagre belongings, and found a…
I’m not one for anniversaries—I struggle with feelings of loss—but this event five years ago felt like a lifeline. Something I never believed would come to me actually did, and it touched me profoundly. Five years ago today, my first novel, a late-middle grade mystery called Secrets of the Hotel Maisonneuve, became available for…
Word went out on social media on Tuesday that Tako Loko — a taqueria run by Mexican immigrants — might not survive the pandemic. The lineup started before they opened their doors on Tuesday afternoon. This was the line at 7:45 pm — just before closing — when I arrived to pay my respects and…