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2019 Micropoems, January through March

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I’ve been posting micropoems on Instagram, Ello, Patreon and Pinterest this year. I did have a thing set up where they would instantly cross-post here, too, but it broke a lot of the time and just didn’t work the way I wanted. So I figured I’d gather up the posts from the last 3 months and put them in one… Read more »

Another One Bites the Dust

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If you spend any time within the self-publishing areas online, then you likely know that Pronoun has shut down. If you don’t, let me explain a little. Pronoun was similar to Smashwords and Draft2Digital in that it took your ebook and distributed it to a range of markets. It gave authors 70% of the royalties, even on $0.99 books, which… Read more »

In which I yell into a microphone and shake like a leaf.

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This is me at the VanSlam on Monday night. I haven’t watched the video and probably won’t. I have issues with watching myself on video and am not in the right headspace to do so today or maybe ever. But, you know, if you wanted to see me perform “Blood Candle”…there you go. Now, back to work, from which I… Read more »

Well, I don’t know, maybe bras do bray.

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Yesterday I woke up at 6pm. The takeaway from this is that my sleep schedule has been borked. Again. So, natch, I’m pulling an all-nighter to right it. I have my first volunteer day for VIWF on Thursday. 10 am, Granville Island. I’ll need an hour to drive out there and an hour to get ready in the morning, and… Read more »

A good day for pluviophiles

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Well, actually, even I find this weather kind of frightening. It is monsooning outside right now. As in, I’m pretty sure if I walked out of my building I’d drown. Anyway, this means that WORD Vancouver is being moved indoors — so you can still come see us tomorrow but we’ll likely be inside. Oh, right — we’ll be at… Read more »

Oh Dear Gods, Why Am I Still Up?

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Site news, new sites, a makeover to my mom’s blog, coffee, insomnia, workaholism, NaNoWriMo, Literary+, Smoke and Shadows, bugs, boobs…you know. The usual.

Documentary Filmmaking is not for control freaks or cripples

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Last week I went up to Powell River, where I was supposed to film some things. Communication was sketchy that first week and I didn’t fully understand what I’d be doing until the end of the weekend — namely, a ten-minute documentary — but regardless, I got some good shots. A new camera was in order, as the one I… Read more »