So thrilled about this!
How cool is this?
My story, The Descent, which appears in Nothing Without Us, has been referenced in a scholarly blog about disability tropes written by Derek Newman-Stille.
Nothing Without Us was special to me and I’m thrilled to have my story included in the anthology. It’s an anthology with stories by disabled writers that features disabled people as the main characters, not the sidekicks.
The Descent is about Jefferson and his quest to rid his body of the multiple sclerosis that plagues it. Originally, I had wanted to write a very magical story where a wizard goes off on a quest to climb a mountain.
The Descent is what came out instead.
At first, I wasn’t going to send it in as it wasn’t the story I wanted to write. Eventually I came to the conclusion that it was the story I was meant to write. I wrote it…
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I had such an amazing time at Can-Con this year!
It’s the third time I’ve taken part in the CAN-CON: Conference on Canadian Content in Speculative Arts & Literature, but this was the best one yet. I was on a few panels: Snakes and Ladders of Self-Publishing, Body Positivity is Slim Pickings and I was asked to moderate and participate in Today’s Golden Age of TV.
I took part in lively conversations on all of those topics and it was wonderful. Moderating a panel was a treat with Sylvain Neuvel and C. J. Lavigne in front of a packed room. It was totally awesome to be on the other side of the table and an incredible experience.
Can-Con was different for a couple of other reasons this year. I took part in the launch of Nothing Without Us and a reading of stories from the anthology. It’s an honour to have a story in that book and I was thrilled that it was received so well.
I also had a table in the vendor’s room. I’ve never done anything like that before and it was an amazing experience. I got to talk with people who had attended the panels I was on, readers and book lovers and other writers and authors whose work I admire. How awesome is that?
The whole experience of Can-Con made me feel like I was at home. I am already looking forward to Can-Con 2020!
My new romance novel Starlight, Starbright is out now! I’m so excited for you all to read it! Here’s a bit about the book:
Jackson is a writer. He is used to living out his fantasies of true love and magic in the worlds that he creates; everyone knows that magic doesn’t happen in real life. His roommate Clarke tells Jackson that she’s worried about him and he should live more.
Before going to bed, he wishes on a star for love, true love. The next morning, a man appears at his door, bringing with him a particular kind of magic. Will this fallen star be able to show Jackson love? Or will his idea of what love can be remain on the printed page?
You can get your copy by clicking here:
So, go ahead! Make a wish!
It was as if we had met before,
or known each other from
some other moment in time
that had yet to become.
The light inside of you
recognized the light within me.
I’ve watched you grow into
the most amazing human being
and your light has only grown brighter.
Though there have been times
where your light has dimmed,
hiding behind the clouds
that weaved in and out of your life,
I could always see it shining
underneath your skin.
You carry the sun within you,
so strong and bright does your light shine
that I can’t help but be changed by it.
When I am in your presence,
I am lifted up and overjoyed
and my light intensifies and grows stronger.
When I hear your voice,
it brightens my dark days
and shows me the goodness
that hides within my shadows.
Even when we don’t fill
the air around us with words,
I can hear the low hum of music
that resides within you.
The music reminds me of the melody
that the sun makes,
a wordless tune of brilliance and joy
that warms the soul from within.
This is the effect that you have on others.
My life is so much better,
so much brighter,
because I know you.
Thank you for your brightness
and for the song and light
that you give to the world.
Thank you for you
and the sun from
A part of me broke today.
I heard it clatter to the ground,
letting out a soft clink!.
It left a crater in the cement around it,
which told of its true weight.
Looking down at it,
I wondered if the piece of me
would fit back where it was before
or if it was best left behind?
I examined my skin for holes
and I found one in my midsection.
Though there was no visible hole,
I could feel the wound through touch.
Trying to gauge the depth,
to determine how deep into me it went,
I dislodged two more pieces.
They landed with soft clunks!,
but the ground around me
looked as if it were covered in craters.
Looking at them,
they twinkled back up at me,
seemingly filled with wishes and fairy dust,
but I saw something deep within them,
something that belied the darkness within.
I bent down to pick up the three pieces.
They looked like glass,
but were much heavier.
I held one up to the light
and I could see within it
a kaleidoscope of emotions:
the first one held anger,
so much of it that the swirls within
were all red and frothy,
like a turbulent sea.
The second one held sadness,
deep like the ocean,
and a blue so dark it was almost black.
When I looked into the third piece,
I saw memories that I had carried with me,
snapshots of moments that had shaped me.
I saw the hurt and the sadness,
witnessed each moment
as if I lived it once more.
Taking my eye from the third shard of glass,
I wished for something to cleanse me,
for anything to make me feel more human.
I wanted to let the anger go to the wind
and though I felt the sadness holding on to me,
I wanted to be able to let go.
I heard a sound,
a soft tinkle this time.
I saw a bowl filled with water.
It winked up at me from in front of my feet.
I let the three pieces that had fallen out of me
fall into the bowl.
They landed with a watery bolup! sound.
I watched as the yellow, red and blue
began to seep out of the glass.
The water was filled with a murky brown colour,
so dark that it was almost black.
I heard another sound,
and it was almost as if someone had let out a sigh.
I wondered if it had been me.
When I reached into the bowl to retrieve the glass pieces,
I saw that they had all become clear again,
except for little tinges of colour,
small remnants of what they had once been.
I put them in my pocket and,
as I walked home,
I could hear the soft music they made
that sounded like bells
and wishes yet
to be made.