If you order TWO or more (in stock youth or adult t-shirt and/or large cotton tote bag) between Thursday, November 26 and Monday, November, 30 11:59 p.m. EST), I will include an extra with your order (e.g., one 2016 desk calendar OR one 2016 wall calendar or 6 laminated book marks).
Wonky Frog Studio in Blyth offers their art and supports other local artists. Thank you, Wonky Frog!
Located at 197 Westmoreland Street in Blyth, the studio is just a short, beautiful drive from Bruce County, London, and KW.
Here are the shirts again for those of you wanting to place an order (youth $19.99 or adult $25 –men’s/unisex — women’s sizes). I’ll be putting my order in by Wednesday this week. Must prepay special orders on T-shirts.
Here’s a sizing chart for the T-shirts:
- Kids / Youth
XS 2-4 S 4-6 M 6-8 L 10-12 XL 14-16
Width: 13 15 17 18 19
Length: 18 20 22 24 26
Size: S 4-6 M 8-10 L 12-14 XL 16-18 XXL 20-22
Width: 17 19 21 23 25
Length: 25 26 27 28 29.5
- Men’s / Unisex
Size: S M L XL XXL
Width: 18 20 22 24 26
Length: 28 29 30 31 32
My creative non-fiction essay, “Square Dance,” was selected to appear in an anthology titled “Paths of Fear” (The Pebbled Lane Books Series). Will update as I learn more.
My story ‘Clutched by the Hair” was awarded top three in the 2015 Desi Writers’ Lounge Short Story Writing Competition. The field of competitors is deep and wide (international) with 350 story submissions this year. What an honour. The contest is FREE! Prizes include cash and a collection of short stories.
I have a non-fiction piece “A Room with a View” coming out in the future in a SW Ontario e-magazine called Morelmag.ca. I am excited to be part of this local magazine. Check them out at morelmag.ca.
I have a piece coming out in the Town Crier, the Puritan blog. Puritan is a big-deal literary magazine in Canada so I am, well, pretty pumped. Thank you, Amanda Leduc, editor of ‘Big Truths,’ for thinking of me. Means a lot.
Here is a link to Amanda’s lead essay in Town Crier. Will post a link to mine once it is live. http://town-crier.ca/ephemera/amanda-leduc/
“Refuse to write your life and you have no life.” — Patricia Hampl
While seated in the departure area of the Edmonton airport a while back I noticed a woman madly scribbling in a notebook. Scattered by her feet were a leather computer bag and a pink suitcase. She possessed an enviable ability to appear as though she were ignoring what was going on around her while actually immersed in the creation of a mind-map. I was tempted to videotape her process. It was slick, deliberate, and resourceful. With a handful of coloured pencils, she captured in pictures and words the physical attributes and snippets of conversation of the individuals and families in the immediate vicinity: details she might later inject into stories.
My studio-office is heaped with such notebooks, binders stuffed with loose-leaf pages and moderately soiled napkins littered with strings of adjectives for future use. I always carry a red Moleskin with me. My writing benefits from soaking up minute details, particulars others would consider mundane. I spy and steal from ordinary folks, people like you and me.
Crafting a personal essay that dazzles fulfills me more than any other writing I do. I’ve heard many say this type of writing is effortless. After all, what could be easier to write than an essay about yourself? It’s a basic form perfected in elementary school, right? Wrong! What separates mediocre from brilliant is constructing text with burning appeal and relevance for the reader. Sharing the events of a summer vacation or some other personal experience can be dull or gleaming. It is through the injection of significant sensory details and vividly written scenes that genius is conceived.
An orderly whisked Kimiko off to insert a long, sterile needle deep into her abdomen to extract amniotic fluid. We were to have had this test and an ultrasound but for some reason not clear to us, we cancelled. I imagined how excruciating the abdominal test would be, how Kimiko would shove a hand to her mouth and bite down to suffocate the screams. (From “Ringo”, Volume 11, Tincture Journal, Australia.)
Creating the right amount of controlled space within and between scenes fascinates me as a writer. If every single detail is shared, little is left for the reader to interpret and consider, thus creating writing that is too predictable.
The writing of personal essays also offers me an opportunity to meld with earlier times and breathe fire into my version of things. As an only child of deceased parents, my recollections can no longer be fleshed out and validated by others. Through putting memories to paper, there’s a chance to revisit intimate times, events, impressions, and space. There’s power in being the one person remaining to come to terms with her narrative.
Read more here… The Town Crier, Blog to Literary Giant, The Puritan