I sold my second book—a 120,000 word fantasy called Red Tiger—to Galleon, a small publisher in Canada last year, and it should hit bookstores later in 2026. The story begins when a 17-year-old karate prodigy from Nova Scotia, Galen Sinclair, wakes up after a horrible accident and finds himself in a medieval world facing a…
A snippet from Rumer and the Red Cardinal, my young adult WIP (Work in Progress) Rumer lost track of time. The orphanage girls had a practiced makeup routine that she used to turn herself into a ghostly waif in fifteen minutes flat. Paloma was far more meticulous. Rumer would have been bored silly, but Paloma…
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 often go for weekend drives exploring Nova Scotia’s gorgeous Atlantic Coast with my wife, Kristina, and one Saturday we happened by a small roadside little library at a campground. She found a venerable book inside by Canadian Charles G.D. Roberts that she wanted to read, but we had nothing to put in its place….
As a kid, did you risk life & limb because a book was so good that you couldn’t put it down while walking home from school? Imagine how it feels when you’re an adult & a kid is doing that while reading YOUR book. 💕
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…