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An Editing Process

I’m sure there are lots of different editing processes out there – and I am certainly no expert in any of them. But I have written two books now, and I’ve found my editing process to be vastly different from one book to the other, and I’m curious to see which one pans out for me in the end. Continue reading “An Editing Process”

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The Four Queens (Part 2 of 2)

Read part 1.

Much time had filtered by. Although quite weakened, the Queen of Hearts stayed alive (“For my people,” she sighed, “always for my people”), and with her presence still within the walls of the Land of Gold, not even the Queen of Clubs dared yet invade. She must wait with patience still, and she did so fairly well, for one so wicked as her (she sent Shadowlings out to wreak havoc elsewhere to tide her over), and patient she could be for she knew that a broken heart could only last so long. The Queen of Diamonds though, did not weather this time quite so well. She showed herself to be in such a panic; she claimed to all who would listen – and all did listen to her, for she was their trusted queen – that since the other Light Queen did not fall, it would be her the Dark Queens would come after next, and what could she, so meek and mild, do to defend herself against them? Continue reading “The Four Queens (Part 2 of 2)”

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The Four Queens (Part 1 of 2)

Author’s note: A rather rough draft for a story idea I may want to expand (and majorly fix up) one day.

I want to say “Once upon a time,” but that would be misleading. You would read it, and immediately your mind would fly to the Land of Fairytales, where the world consists of knights vanquishing dragons and magic spells turning pumpkins into carriages. But this is not a fairytale, at least not as we have come to know them. The magic here won’t help princesses find their true loves, and good will not always triumph over evil. In this world, there is a lingering darkness, which some say is more powerful than the light. There is no happy ending to this tale.

Welcome to the world of the Four Queens. Continue reading “The Four Queens (Part 1 of 2)”

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Freedom

Authors note: This is my grandmother’s story. Her family lived in Russia when the Russian Revolution broke out. Because they were Jewish, they were forced to leave if they wanted to survive. My grandmother was five years old. She wrote down her story, and I have rewritten it. There is some liberty taken with it; I had to fill in the minor details, the gaps she left out, but the events are laid out as they happened to her. The horror here is real; I didn’t need to exaggerate that. This is the story of what happened when my grandmother’s freedom was taken away from her. Continue reading “Freedom”

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Baby Shoes

For sale: Baby shoes. Never worn. – Ernest Hemingway.

I close the box and retie its pretty red ribbon. The box sits quietly on the table, the triumph being slowly sucked out of it, like it had never been there at all. I lean back and place my hands upon my belly. I still feel as if there is something there, moving around inside of me. I still cannot believe that there is not. Everything had felt so real – the agitation had been real, the way I had felt; surely some of it must have been a little real, even in an obscure kind of way. The doctor explained to me what had happened, how my belly had bloated up then collapsed back down, like air being let out of a balloon. Air. Nothing more. Simply air. What am I supposed to do with air? I picture the look on his face when I told him. He was so shocked he started laughing, and he has yet to stop. I pretend not to notice. We can always try again. This time I’m sure it will work, it has to. I tell this to him too but he hears only himself. Continue reading “Baby Shoes”

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Going to a Writing Conference

This coming Saturday, I’m very excited to say, I will be attending the Surrey International Writers’ Conference. I am both incredibly pumped and incredibly nervous for this. I’ve never gone to a writing conference before, and I’m not always the best at mingling with people, but this is going to be a great opportunity for me to learn and gain some really valuable experience in terms of my writing path. Continue reading “Going to a Writing Conference”

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Lullaby

Author’s note: In a writing class I took in university, every week we were to do a creative response to what we had read for that week. This is what I came up with when we read through some Alice Munro short stories. What intrigued me the most about her writing was how much a writer can manipulate readers’ thoughts about characters, especially through the use of the narrative voice.  The narrator may say something about a character that isn’t the truth, but we as the readers believe it because the narrator said it.  I decided to run with the idea of the narrator manipulating one character in a certain way to construct the reader’s idea of the other characters in the story. Continue reading “Lullaby”