Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
How I feel about NYE I am a superstitious person---especially about New Year's Eve. I have blogged about the idea of collective consciousness and believe that this day's energy sets a tone for the rest of the year. Also, I believe in rituals and I do a few meaningful rituals at this time to say... Continue Reading →
Me? I don't fucking know. That's not a great answer, is it? Yeah. I know. It's not. My writing partner and I were at a Holiday Craft Market recently. It's a day of fun, talking to new readers, pitching our stories, and selling our books. It's always a good day and David and I go... Continue Reading →
Creative Sask celebrated 10 years in our province supporting and advocating for the arts. The multi-arts event was wonderful. Music, literature, visual arts, film, interactive arts, and theatre were represented. The location was so beautifully decorated. The food was delicious. And the vibe reminded me of the parties that were thrown by the theatre students... Continue Reading →
Today, April 2nd, according to The Canadian Children's Book Center, is International Children's Book Day. They wrote "Today and every day, we are honored to support the reading, writing, illustrating, and publishing of Canadian books for young readers." Good on you CCBC. Agreed. Grateful for the reminder I am in 100% agreement with them. I'm... Continue Reading →
Below is a review I received for My List, My Rules: The Year A Checklist Changed My Life. To date, it is my only official review. I don't know who Toby A. Welch is but I am so grateful for these words. I have thought about the publishing world and how challenging it is for... Continue Reading →
To Whom it May Concern, Counios and Gane attended the Argyle North Community Winter Market. I was taken back to the neighborhood where I spent most of my childhood and teen years. My writing partner and I took the opportunity to be present in a neighborhood we don't typically attend for book events. How the... Continue Reading →
I hate to sound like a cliché but I served tables while in art school. Between customers I would work on my art history class at the staff table. I would leave my notebook open while I worked. The regulars, who were on a first name basis, would sometimes sit at the staff table. If... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 