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[davidalloyd-writer]

It started with a bullet.

It’ll end with a bullet.

CROSS THE LINE Book 2: “Blood Road”

Now Available Everywhere.

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[thedraculapoemsanovel]

Read an excerpt from the next novel by award-winning Canadian writer Nathaniel G. Moore

[lizywhothefunk]

Reflection Novel

‘Nothing could really prepare me for this life. I read all the Wizard of Oz books, Narnia, and The Never-ending Story. But this was something out of a science fiction novel, and somehow I was in it. It’s funny I used to dive into those books like Bastian. I felt like I was in those worlds slipping through wardrobes in too far-off places. Those books were my escape from my broken, abusive home.…

[gayleenfroesedetectiveagency]

Fav Reads of 2023 Up Now

I've got a list of my three fav reads of 2023 on this site: https://shepherd.com/bboy/2023/f/gayleen-Gayleen Froese

But G, I hear you cry, what do your three favourite books have to do with YOUR books? They're non-fiction. You write fiction. I know, but I think fiction--even fantasy--is better when the author knows all kinds of things. I get bored with characters who don't seem to know anything outside of a narrow set of interests and who don't have curiosity about the world.

Beyond that? Best Minds is a deeply-felt commentary on mental health (a frequent theme in my books) as well as an exceptional character study and first-rate true crime.

Monsters looks at our relationship to the famous (a theme in the Ben Ames books) and at how and why we forgive or overlook what seems unforgivable (You'll find this throughout Lightning Strike Blues.)

As for Song of the Cell, there's not such a direct link, but Mukherjee writes with wonder about the complexities inside us that we rarely think of and can't see, and I think any book worth reading shares his fascination with that.

[styleontheside]

Vancouver continued.... So there we were sitting on the curb trying to figure out our next move. Luckily for us a friend stepped in and offered us a room in her home. We gratefully accepted. We, however, needed something for a few months. When our ballroom dance instructor heard about our situation she offered us her late mother's place. it hadn't been sold, and we were free to use it. And that's how we spent two months living in a retirement home! 😊 . . . . . . . . . #styleontheside #carolinetopperman #seetheworldthroughmyeyes #storiesoftheeveryday #storytellers #torontowriter #teampixel #tellyourstory #vancouvercanada #vancouverlife #writingmystory #writingcommunityofinstagram #writerlife #writerswrite #googlelocalguides #letsguide #pixel5 #mystories #canadianbloggers #canadianwriter #cbclife #canadianauthor #creativenonfiction #canada🍁 #canlit #memoir #nightphotos (at Vancouver, BC) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpKq4BULbfo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[marionannberry]

How do I balance writing with personal life? My writing and personal life is one. I am a writer, simple and true. There are days when my personal life has more to say and do over the writing life but I am always thinking about writing. I can not not write or not think about the next writing project, what I have to do for my work in progress, the next draft, cover design, and, and, and… I love it! There are moments where my writing life has slipped due to personal life and that’s when I get into trouble. The ego and creative life get cranky and I am aware if I don’t get to my writing room or write something then I’m one unhappy being. To avoid this, I write. Writing is the key to my true self. Oh how I love the creative process! Thank you for stopping by! #writerfriendschallenge #grateful #bliss #writer #writing #writerlife #writercorner #writerfriends #writercommunity #writinginspiration #canadianwriter #authentic (at Durham Bridge, New Brunswick) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnSqFH-rrDb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[i-circe]

Hopes for the New year.

Hopes for the New year.

As this year ends, I find myself thinking about the future. I love writing stories that catch your attention and speak to diversity and hope. I also write to call out bigotry, homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, racism and other forms of exclusion and hatred.Writing about queer trans woman Mary Dubois, allows me to use my voice in a way in which I feel rewarding. So, as I wait to see where I go…

[authoraveryann]

That’s Not My Type

“Sir? Sir?! I don’t think he can hear us—someone work on getting an airway!”

No. I can. I can hear you. But please…. please, I can feel it burning. Wait. WaiT. WaIT WAIT WAi—

Oh. Oh that feels better.

“Check under his nose. Good? Thank God; Sir?”

Thank you… but please, it still hurts. 

“I’m still not getting any reactions, let’s get a neuro check and see if we can stop this bleeding.”

Bleeding? I… I’m bleeding? Am I? No, that doesn’t make sense, I don’t remember bleeding. I don’t remember but—

Oh. Oh… 

I am bleeding. 

“Daddy?”

I never used a gun. Never, even when my father tried to take me hunting on Thanksgiving. I’ve never touched one. Never, even during my eleventh grade year, when it dropped from Simon Pernicks hand when the police apprehended him, and slid only a few feet from me. 

You became a cop three years after our eleventh grade year; and you brought me along as you were training at the local gun range. I never held one. And I never shot one.

I knew nothing about them, except for tales of the jerking shocks it sent back through your wrists as you fired it; the gunpowder that stained your fingers and hands when the bullet released; the deafening bang that’s shrouded by the headphones they make you wear. I knew how to.

I never used a gun.

“His eyes are open. Sir? We have your wife and daughter in the waiting room, can you try and blink for me?”

I don’t think so. 

“Sir?” 

Please… I’m tired. And the pain… maybe it isn’t so bad now.

More… more like pressure… like someone pushing down  and   p r e s s i n g

“His heart rate just spiked—someone bring me a sedative!”

Oh. 

It’s dark again.

“Daddy?”

You became my wife next; my best friend, my partner, my love. I’d never been this before. A friend, a boyfriend, but never a husband. But I would be the best for you. As easy as I’d said it, however, it was so much harder than what I’d thought. Because I never had that; someone to see being a husband. Only my father. And no mother. 

You believed in me though. Kissed my cheek, and held my hand, only adding more to all the things you’d already been teaching me over the course of five years.

You got promoted to Detective the following week, and when you were dispatched to your first shootout, we both went to bed with thoughts of Simon Pernick. 

“Let’s try again. Sir? Your family is here, can you try and squeeze my hand?”

Am… am I doing it? Please, I must be, it burns so much.

“Still nothing…”

No. I have to be doing it. I have to be.

“Sir, I’m going to bring in your wife and daughter now.”

Please don’t. They’ll be so scared. They don’t want to see me burning.

“Daddy?”

I was turning twenty-seven, same as you, when there were a series of doctors appointments added to our calendar. Dr. Mary Kohn. I always liked the name Mary; reminded me of Christmas, though I wasn’t a practicing catholic. I stopped after the eleventh grade. 

I still remembered though, everything I’d learned from previous Sunday School activity.

My father wasn’t too pleased with my decision afterwards, and still believed I follow him once a week for sunday. So I sat in the church pews, with my hands folded neatly in my lap, standing and sitting, rising and falling, and pretended to listen.

People prefer when they can pretend; it’s why we have actors, and movies, and television. 

Dr. Mary Kohn. OB-GYN.

It’s funny, the things we remember.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid he hasn’t been responsive. It doesn’t mean he’s dead, because there’s still activity being monitored, and he can breathe on his own… but he doesn’t seem to recognize anything. At this time, we can only assume it’s because the positioning of the bullet.”

Bullet?

Like… from a gun? Oh—oh no. No. Oh God. Oh God… a bullet? What—

OH. Oh God! Please! PLEASE! It’s back! Oh God it BURNS! Please!

“Pressures dropping—his lung is collapsing, it must have aggravated his lung tissues when it shot through his chest—someone get a chest tube in case we need to intubate, and let’s get him stabilized NOW!”

“Daddy? Daddy please?”

She was born on a Wednesday, an oddly clear memory. It was raining outside, and the view from the window was level to the city-scape, the clouds shining an allusion through the rain and making the buildings glare with sunlight.

Although the weather was gloomy, the day was beautiful. 

She was born late in the morning, appearing tiny and pink. Until she wasn’t. 

Not until she was rushed away, that we realized she wasn’t crying. 

Then three hours later, after we’d cried, and slept and cried some more, Dr. Mary Kohn came back into the room, with our baby girl, and placed her your arms, with a little tube coming out from her nose, and a pink hat nestled around the small tufts of hair that she had.

Then you called her ‘Hope’. 

And ‘Hope’ was beautiful.

“Welcome back Sir, we almost lost you for a minute. There might be some discomfort around your chest, but we’ve given you some medication to ward off the pain.”

Pain… that’s familiar… but why? 

Oh. I got shot… I forgot for a moment. And… everything feels tired and heavy. And…. Hope. 

Hope was here. But it burned.

And then Hope was gone.

“Daddy?”

You thought she was sick. Because she wasn’t walking yet. I remember being told that I crawled until I was a year and a half, but that didn’t seem to aide your anxiety. I’m so sorry, looking back. I tried to be better… but maybe I wasn’t. 

We took her to a pediatric nurse at the walk-in, who told us that she was probably just a late bloomer. I was fine with that, but you still weren’t fully convinced.

Two weeks later, she walked to you for the first time, and you were so happy.

This was the reason I didn’t tell you that she actually walked three weeks earlier.

Because her Mommy never got to saw.

“Sir? He’s still unresponsive… what were his last vitals?”

Tired. My vitals are tired… and everything feels so heavy… 

“...ok, I want us to get another set done in fifteen minutes. How’s his wife and daughter?”

Hope… 

“Let’s give them another update, let them come in and sit while you do the vitals.”

“Daddy?”

Today. Or yesterday. 

You were out, and Hope and I were home making dinner; Kraft Dinner and hot-dogs; and watching Dora the Explorer reruns. We left the back door open, because Mickey kept running in and out into the backyard. 

So I didn’t notice when an armed man came in, and raised his arm, calling out a warning.

Mickey attacked first; grabbing onto his leg. The man lost his control on the gun, and that was when I threw myself in front of Hope.

“He’s crashing! We need more B Negative!”

No… no… 

That’s not my type.

[howwildandwonderful]

Establishing a new bedtime ritual; sleepy time tea, a paper and ink book, and snuggles from my best guy in my big, red chair! What rituals do you use to define your days? #ritual #rituals #routine #routinesarekey #bedtimeroutine #bedtimeritual #writer #writersofinstagram #writersofinsta #canadianwriters #canadianwriter #canadianpoet #catsofinstagram #cat #orangecatlove #orangecat #orangecatsofinstagram #thereadingbrain #proustandthesquid #maryannewolf #literacy #literacyeducation #bigredchair #celestialseasonings #sleepytimetea #sleepytime https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Odas3n3lu/?igshid=1gafsx4j4jsoe

[mel-ash-books-blog]

Our book launch for The Bum Drum Conundrum (a picture book about consent) is tomorrow (July 14th)! Join us at L’Euguélionne in Montreal at 1pm! Come meet us and other awesome feminist people including our illustrator! :D . . . #booklaunch #picturebook #kidlit #kidsbooks #childrensbooks #consent #education #montreal #montrealevents #montrealwriter #quebecwriter #canadianwriters #authorsofinstagram #bookstagram #books #montrealbookstore #feminism #feministevent #feministauthors #feministwriters #bookboost #FeministFunkPodcast #bookevent https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz240blH2Un/?igshid=1xguh54kfk5k0

[tachyonpub]

It's #CanadaDay! A mysterious holiday that's probably aboot the anniversary of Sir Tim Horton discovering maple syrup. But Canada is more than just the Land of the Mounties and a Functional Healthcare System. They have writers, too! #canadianwriters #canadianauthor #peterwatts #jowalton #nalohopkinson #wpkinsella #claudelalumiere #corydoctorow #kelleyarmstrong #canada #canadaday🇨🇦 #bookstagram #books #bookstack #bookpile #bookspinebeauty #fantasybooks #scifibooks #thefreezeframerevolution #fallinginlovewithhominids #publishing #tachyon #tachyonpublications https://www.instagram.com/p/BzYvhkBg1re/?igshid=kquk6x0mpuha

[anfwriting]

scared; . . . . . . . . #poem #poet #poets #poetry #poems #poetrycommunity #poetofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writer #writing #writers #writingcommunity #canadianwriters #canadianpoet #writerscommunity #scared #feeling #rejection #ready https://www.instagram.com/p/BuZydS_hlzg/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1gaajq4j1jnhq

[gayleenfroesedetectiveagency]

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[neil137]

Easing into summer reading with an anthology of 2-Spirit and Indigiqueer writings. And yes, I 100% will buy a book by its cover, when the cover art is by one of my most admired artists Kent Monkman, and the collection is edited by an author I respect, Joshua Whitehead. #summerreading #canadianwriters #canadianartist #indigiqueer #twospirited #stplsummersnaps (at St. Thomas, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRwhxj8nS4_/?utm_medium=tumblr

[styleontheside]

Years ago, I lived in Vancouver. One day, my husband and I found ourselves sitting on a curb outside our new home with nowhere to go. We had rented out our condo, but the renovations on our new house were taking longer than expected (it was still mostly down to the studs, with no running water). It was August, and we couldn't afford to stay in a hotel (especially one that was pet friendly). Family was across the country and couldn't help, so we sat in the sun trying to figure out what to do next..... . . . . . . . . . . #styleontheside #carolinetopperman #seetheworldthroughmyeyes #storiesoftheeveryday #storytellers #writingmystory #writingcommunityofinstagram #writingabook #writerlife #writerswrite #vancouvercanada #renovationlife #googlelocalguides #pixel5 #tellyourstory #torontowriter #teampixel #letsguide #canadianbloggers #canadianwriter #cbclife #canadianauthor #creativenonfiction #canada🍁 #canlit #mystories #mylifemyadventure #mywritinglife #memoir (at Vancouver, BC) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpC8x5lrnmz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=