Writing

Memoir Fragment #010: Uneven Dystopias

Dystopia isn’t arriving, it’s already here, just unevenly distributed. For some, it’s daily survival; for others, a new shock. This memoir fragment explores how silence becomes complicity, why endurance is not apathy, and how writing can stand as witness.

Memoir Fragment #008: While the Cottage Slept

Coffee in one hand, edits in the other, the rest of the cottage still asleep.

Transmission #007: Red Marks & Heatwaves

Proof copy in hand. Red pen out. Beta readers circling. This book’s a risky one, fractured timelines, testimonies, and media scraps stitched into a story I hope makes sense outside my skull.

Dispatch #006: Chapter One, Take Two

Hit a wall, and tore it down. After finalizing layout and hitting the halfway point in edits for Pejorative, I circled back to Chapter One and knew it had to go.

Transmission #005: Between Edits and Empires

Dispatch #004: Signal Received, Doubt Pending

Memoir Fragment #002: Fall-in-May, Discipline-in-Chaos

May dressed up as November. Damp chill, grey skies, and the scent of fall. I stayed knee-deep in Chapter 20 edits while coffee pulled double duty, fuel and hand warmer. The world spun loud, but I stayed quiet. Some weeks, discipline isn’t loud. It’s just the act of showing up. One page. One fix. One sentence straighter than the last.

Chronicle #001: Fog Over the Week – Dispatches from the Threshold

Somewhere in the blur between code and fiction, I launched something small but personal: a direct storefront for my books. No noise, no gatekeepers, just my work, finally on my terms.

Fractured Futures - Alberta Conundrum

What happens when provincial frustration turns into separatist ambition? In this piece, I explore three stark what-if scenarios for Alberta’s future, each rooted in real grievances, legal limits, and the fragile fabric of Canadian unity. From constitutional brinkmanship to foreign interference, these aren’t predictions, they’re warnings. And they all point to the same truth: Canada holds together only if we choose dialogue over division, clarity over chaos.

Hope in the Code: Love, Loss, and Disunity

I wanted to write a story that tackled what it means to be human—when the person asking that question isn't one.

Short Fiction: Hyperopic Dissidence

Short Fiction: Dust off

Short Fiction: A.D.A.M.

It's all a ruse or is it real /end program. You decide. Do we actually live in a computer simulation?

Short Fiction: Disunity