Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
What is fomo Fomo stands for Fear Of Missing Out and for some people it is very real. With the development of social media and an online life FOMO is even more real than it would have been before the internet. But jealousy didn't begin just because Facebook was developed but it has certainly been... Continue Reading →
What to cut and what to keep? It's a question I've asked myself time and time again. I came across an old blog post about the process of editing. During our humble beginnings, we had finish the last words of Along Comes a Wolfe, our first novel in the Shepherd and Wolfe series. It was... Continue Reading →
I have talked about time and schedules in past blog posts. I believe that schedule is not a four letter word, but time is. However I like four letter words. Just ask anyone who knows me. Ticking clocks While Tracy and I were walking through one of the gorgeous forest trails on Vancouver Island she... Continue Reading →
I found a photo on the internet of a beautiful woman on the floor strategically placed at a laptop, her legs opened, lap top between her knees, a glass of wine to her left and loose papers strewn about. The shot was from above so there was ample cleavage for the viewer. Because I don't... Continue Reading →
I promised myself that I would try my very best to publish a blogpost once a week. April 13, 2020 was the start of my blogging journey. April 2021 my hope was to have 52 posts. I did it. I met my goal. In fact I'm into the start or 2022 and I have exceeded... Continue Reading →
I recently got my hair done. It was time to hide the grey---again. When Holly was finished I absolutely loved the color and the cut. "Holly, you make me look better! I mean I'm a nice looking lady but you definitely polish me. Thank you! You're my stylist editor." I laughed at the spontaneous idea... Continue Reading →
I came across a post by Coffee and a Good Book on Facebook with a list of hopes in a meme. It read as follows: I hope you: find time this week to get really really quiet curl up in a big cozy chair and watch a movie you've seen a million times beforehug people... Continue Reading →
Routines. Traditions. Exercises. Commitment. These sweet concepts ground me---even the thought of them. They don't scare me or worry me about impending boredom. These words make me feel comfort. They have no bearing on my spontaneity. And I think I live a little better keeping them in mind. Below I have my second ever Christmas... Continue Reading →
At the start of every English class we quietly read. Every single day. It's the ritual of the class. For students it's the few minutes of transition from a noisy hallway to a focused Language Arts class. It's the shift in gears from perhaps math, or social studies or physical education. For me it's also... Continue Reading →
My grocery store basket was looped on my arm like a big plastic purse. I walked up and down the aisles putting together the list of items I needed for supper and also what I may be needed for brunch the next morning. I only put the basket down once, in front of the condiments.... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 