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The eerie beauty of the post-apocalyptic tale

Posted by on Oct 10, 2017 in Life in Writing | 3 comments

The eerie beauty of the post-apocalyptic tale

This post has been written for the October Frights Blog Hop. Thanks to Anita Stewart for organizing it! There is something striking about images of abandoned places slowly being reclaimed by the Earth. Once bustling roads and train tracks, formerly occupied fairgrounds, and houses succumbing to ivy and other plant life give way to fantasy. In the world of post-apocalyptic horror, the scenery becomes a welcome reprieve from the fear and violence. It becomes a source of peace and calm. Its beauty becomes striking. The characters in these stories are now traversing a landscape that no longer belongs to them. “Post-apocalyptic” often refers to “the end of the world as we know it”, and the physical planet never dies, but reclaims. Humans have significantly died off, so the people in the tale no longer have the benefit of numbers. Exploring a vast expanse that could once be tamed and called home now becomes exploring an unknown, sometimes dangerous, territory. Humans are finally the “other” in a narrative we have dominated for too long. For me, it’s a perfect source of escapism. Modern problems now are completely transformed. The thought of building a new world from the ground up, choosing to be a nomad, or even deciding exactly where you want to live without others dictating it sparks the imagination. We see the destruction of society as we know it and the progression to a clean slate, followed by the creation of something new from the wreckage of the old. Finally, there’s the knowledge that this new society, too, will ultimately fail, because that is the nature of humans. Even if it seems ideal at the time, having been built anew with knowledge of the flaws of before, it too will eventually collapse. We now have to learn to go back to a forgotten time, before we were able to rely on grocery stores to provide us with food for the whole winter. Staying protected from the elements, the seasons, and predators is top priority. This shift in priority stops us from cruising through the day-to-day and forces us to start truly living. We have to rely on ourselves, and convenience is out of the equation. There is a supposition that anything is possible–the hint that ghosts could be in the air or that feeling of harsh, sudden wind that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Without the distractions of technology, leisurely activities and the day-to-day, people can see the world for what it truly is: a wild entity. The Earth takes centre stage and shows us what we already know: once humans are gone, she’ll not only be fine, she’ll thrive. The world will reach this status one day. My only hope is that I’ll be able to witness it when it does. Please follow and like...

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The case for self-publishing

Posted by on May 19, 2017 in Life in Writing | 0 comments

  Self-publishing is a bit of a polarizing topic. It does certainly have some shortcomings, but I feel that a lot of good writing gets overlooked due to its perceived stigma. I self-published my novella Hub City Survival six years ago. Would I have done things a little differently today? Absolutely–I don’t think anyone can say they didn’t make mistakes in their time, especially with a six-year gap in between. There are scenes I would have re-written altogether, there’s dialogue I would have scrapped and I certainly would hired someone to smash it down with a hammer. But I didn’t, and I’m okay with that. Here’s why: Hub City Survival wasn’t even supposed to get published. In fact, it just kind of popped out one day. I started writing it on DeviantArt and quickly gained a small following. It was a short project. As it gained popularity and reached its conclusion, I decided I wasn’t done with it, so I decided to compile it and sell it. Self-publishing Hub City Survival was never intended to be anything but a limited print run. But, luckily for me, it turned out to be a bit more than that. And, in fact, I keep telling myself I’ll do “one final order” of a batch of books… but every so often there’s a demand, and I end up ordering more! In the wake of the surprising amount of attention the novella got, I decided to try and gently nudge it in the direction of a few media outlets. One of these outlets was a small newspaper with a focus on independent music, local events, and some literature, so I figured I’d be a shoe-in–but I was surprised when I was met with “we don’t really do self-published books”. Of course, this is fine–they can write about whatever they please, and my book didn’t fit their criteria. But I found the focus on independent music and local arts contrasted with their rejection. Independent creators in other media were fine, but apparently writing can only be good if it’s pre-approved by an industry professional. If you post your stories online, nobody thinks twice. If you write a blog post, nobody thinks less of you. But when you decide to put them into print of your own volition? The conversation changes. For those of us whose ideas don’t direct toward a conventional reading audience, self-publishing is a viable option. For those of us who are niche writers, self-publishing is an excellent option. For those of us who don’t want their ideas to direct toward a specific audience, self-publishing is, arguably, the best option. And some people just like the freedom they’re allowed through self-publishing. Why is there such a difference between self-marketing written work versus other forms of craft or art? Please don’t get me wrong! I am extremely appreciative of all the reception Hub City Survival has gotten over the years, and I wouldn’t change anything–rejections included. These are merely questions I ask when I see the reactions when self-publishing is mentioned. I understand minor skepticism that surrounds self-publishing, especially when it comes to editing and re-writing. But, I also feel the self-publishing market has gotten a bad reputation, needlessly. My next book, Mushroom and Anchovy, is being crowdfunded through Inkshares which, essentially, is a self-publishing platform. If it reaches a certain amount of pre-orders, the book will be published through a professional publishing house, but I’m still the one directing the progress. I have developed an audience through Hub City Survival, which will help me with my campaign, and, in my opinion, can be a useful way for other writers to gauge interest in their projects. It is my hope that one day I will be able to professionally publish one of my books through a well-known house, but I don’t want to treat my little “misfit” projects like they’re inferior. They’re still projects I worked hard on and poured a lot of myself into. They still mean a lot to me. That’s Mushroom and Anchovy, that’s Hub City Survival. And that’s why they get self-published instead. Please follow and like...

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Weathering the storm

Posted by on Jan 20, 2017 in Life in Writing, Uncategorized | 2 comments

UPDATE 11/02/2017: I found this article about 3 weeks after writing this post, and I drew parallels from its boat imagery to my own. Enjoy! Last night as I went to bed, I looked out at the night sky. Snow was falling gently, drifting past the street light and onto the ground. The world around me was in silence, despite the turmoil that was culminating elsewhere. I looked up to the night sky and I whispered, to no one, “what can I do? How can I help?” I fell asleep shortly after lying down, and I slept deeply. An interesting dream visited me not long after. I was in a ferry boat, surrounded by friends and loved ones. The captain, who was someone I actually met only yesterday, announced that a storm was coming in rapidly. We were anchored to a dock, but it would be too unsafe to leave the boat on such short notice. “We’ll be all right here,” said the captain. “Hang tight, though. It could get rocky.” The storm struck almost immediately, bringing with it howling winds and heavy waves. Our boat was strong, though. No one was tossed overboard, and no waves came over the side. I was at a comfortable spot by the payphone, where I’d set up everything I had with me. I was surrounded by friends and a few family members, and had been trying to get ahold of my mom on the phone. I saw a few people behind me who didn’t have a place to sit, so I moved all my things out of the way and let them through. My husband was near, talking to some of my family members. I looked out the window of the boat and saw other boats sailing past, going strong despite the storm, and I silently wished them luck. I wasn’t focused on the storm. I was focused on the people I loved, and the people outside of the boat—the people struggling. I was focused on strangers to whom, in that moment, I could easily give kindness. Before long, the storm passed, and we were well on our way again. There’s something we all can do: weather the storm as best we can. Ground ourselves firmly, prepare for the long haul, and refuse to be distracted from the good around us. The message I received in response to my question, how I could help, was this: more kindness. More generosity. More gratitude. Less judgment. This, too, shall pass. Around the world today—and in one country in particular–people are anchoring their boats against what may be a heavy storm. Maybe the songs we sing in celebration of one another can drown out the deafening howl of the wind. Please follow and like...

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Okay, 30. I’m ready for you.

Posted by on Feb 26, 2016 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

It’s 9 PM on a Monday night in early June. The baby’s in bed, and Brad’s home, so I take a walk down by the bridge that leads to the university. The weather is perfect: it’s a bit warm for this hour, but with a cool breeze. I bought a bottle of apple juice at the store, because why not? On top of it, my new favourite album–Endless Forms Most Beautiful by Nightwish–is blaring in my headphones. It’s a nice night, and one of the few chances I get for a few minutes to myself. After a half hour or so of walking to the bridge and taking the long way home, I stop by the park on our street and sit on a swing. It’s not the first time I’ve done this. I reflect on the past few years as my legs push the air forward and pump back, my body a pendulum in the night air. 30 was such a daunting number a few years ago. “Late twenties with nothing to show for it,” I would lament to myself in the years prior, a bottle of beer in my hand as I scrolled aimlessly through Tumblr. I had an unfinished degree that I should have completed several years before. I didn’t complete any of my creative projects. I was still working retail, which I’d wanted to get out of for a very long time. My twenties were an incredible decade in my life. I learned so much about myself. I learned that I operate best when under my own schedule; I learned ways to treat my growing anxiety. I accomplished things I never thought I would, such as returning to school and finishing my degree. I made the best friends I’ve ever had. I sang onstage. I acted. I had a baby. It wasn’t all positive. I remember as I was in the midst of my early twenties, my mom said to me “your twenties are really for figuring yourself out and making mistakes”. I definitely made a few. I lost friends and alienated people. I worked a job I hated because I thought I needed the money. I dropped out of university because I couldn’t handle the pressure.  I still don’t have my driver’s license. On this, the eve of my 30th birthday, I can look back at the missed opportunities of my twenties and feel at ease. Nobody gets every goal they want done at this point in their lives. In some ways, I’m not as far as I would have liked to be, but in others, I’m a lot farther. Let’s do this, 30. I’m ready. Please follow and like...

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December doesn’t belong to you

Posted by on Dec 22, 2015 in Life in Writing, Uncategorized | 2 comments

The amount of people getting genuinely angry over a greeting is growing increasingly confusing to me. I’m talking about the greeting “happy holidays”. “Happy holidays” is a wonderful, all-inclusive greeting that encompasses every holiday being celebrated in December. Lately, though, people have been claiming that “happy holidays” is being used to avoid offending anyone. These same people, then, are getting offended over the avoidance of  “Merry Christmas”. This has gone from an attempt to include others, to the assumption that we are trying not to offend others, to people being offended by trying not to offend others. I can’t be the only one who thinks that progression is silly. The thing is, most people don’t get offended at “Merry Christmas”. People say “happy holidays”, not to avoid offending anyone, but rather to avoid excluding anyone. It is a courtesy. It is meant to curb the violence that is assimilation and erasure–a violence that, for some reason, we feel we are entitled to dole out just because we are in the majority. To add, there is more than one holiday around this time of year. Even if you do celebrate Christmas, the New Year is just a week after. “Happy holidays” collectively says both. Most people celebrate more than one holiday during this time. Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Ramadan and many others are also celebrated, and that’s why we get so much time off from work or school–so that everyone gets the opportunity to celebrate the holiday of choice. Christmas is almost always the majority. Saying “happy holidays” to someone doesn’t mean you’re taking away from Christmas, but rather that you’re acknowledging that many people live in our part of the world who may celebrate differently from you. If this seems like a no-brainer, that’s because it should be! Do we really need a reminder that different people celebrate things differently? Take a moment to realize that people are wishing you well when they say “happy holidays”. They are not trying to offend you; they are not trying to avoid offending anyone. They are telling you to enjoy this time of year, sometimes despite the fact they don’t know you well enough to know what holiday, if any, you celebrate. And, by the way, if you feel it’s ridiculous to get offended over someone saying Merry Christmas, then I would counter that it’s equally ridiculous to get offended over someone saying happy holidays. December doesn’t belong to Christians. December doesn’t belong to any one denomination. Canada is not a Christian country, but rather a beautiful cultural mosaic that respects people of all religions and creeds. In fact, there is no one Christian nation; there are merely nations with a Christian majority. So happy holidays to you, no matter which holidays you celebrate or recognize. And if you don’t appreciate my greeting, that’s cool too. I’ll gladly save it for someone who does. Please follow and like...

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