Six Ways From Sunday

It's early Sunday morning and the voices in my head are complaining. My headspace, usually so full of stories and characters, is being taken over by questions. Am I doing enough to promote my book? Is the book good enough to deserve promotion? How can I even call myself an author if no one reads … Continue reading Six Ways From Sunday

Remembrance has to be more than a day.

So we wear the poppy, go to the cenotaph and maybe watch a movie to feel patriotic. Then what? My family has always honoured the men and women who stand in the November cold and watch with sad, quiet eyes as the pipes play and the jets fly over one more time. Each year there are … Continue reading Remembrance has to be more than a day.