Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
In the washroom at school, over soapy hands, a colleague asked if I had any exciting plans for winter break—traveling anywhere, doing anything thrilling. "No. Nothing exciting. No. Not going anywhere." I watched the temperatures drop. Drop. Drop. And with them, my enthusiasm for anything beyond crawling into a warm, cozy cave with a hot... Continue Reading →
I write fast Diane Stewart, a brilliant English teacher and colleague who has long retired once said that "such and such (I'm not brave enough to name the writer she mentioned) is a good writer but his editor is better." That made me laugh, but that also gave me reason to write---Like. A. Savage. Since... Continue Reading →
Near semester end a student told me she had an appointment and had to leave early. That was no problem. Later that afternoon she sent an email apologizing for mixing up the days. The next day in class she apologized again but was quite vague about where she had gone. Her lack of information made... Continue Reading →
Because a portion of my creative being is a multimedia artist I am constantly collecting bits of paper, images, and other two-dimensional curios. These scraps float to the top of drawers and boxes, fall out of books and bags. Sometimes I'm completely surprised when a small piece of the past ends up right in front... Continue Reading →
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 →
The Christmas season is upon us. I attended Light Up the Village an event which is a festive way for local businesses to kick off the gift-giving vibes of this time of year. The evening was a perfect winter night of cool yet comfortable air, snow piled up everywhere, and a quietness that accompanied me.... 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 →
I didn't even know the Whistler Independent Book Awards existed until I began writing. If you're curious check out their page here. I am now very familiar with this book award because I am a writer and I have gone the path of partnership publishing. My trusty publisher Heather Nickel of YNWP sent My List,... Continue Reading →
Sunday night I drove back from the lake with my window down. I don't often do this. It's noisy. I can't hear the radio. My hair blows around. It's annoying. But, for whatever reason, as I drove through the quiet village streets of the lake towards the highway I didn't roll up my window---and I... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 