Goodbye, Hello!

It’s been a fine year of writing, capped with the lovely news that my screenplay (adapted from my 2020 novel) You Don’t Have to Die in the End, made Barnstorm Fest’s 2025 Features shortlist. Instead of pitching this project to production houses to fully take on, I may be able to offer it as a co-production. I’m excited to be mentoring with a producer I admire in 2026. An agreement is yet to be finalized, and so I will say nothing more.

Additional note re You Don’t Have to Die in the End. What do you think of a new title? Make the Devil Cry is a song written and performed by Kevin and Michael Daher, my husband’s amazingly talented brother and cousin (though they are close enough to call each other brother). They’ve given me permission to use the song title for my feature, and I would love their music on the sountrack. That swampy blues/rock style is so perfect for this project!

I’ve also not a new YA on the go. The Fine Young Annabelles, set in 1982 Saskatoon, has been a thrill. As the first draft nears completion, I already know that this will be my next full film adaptation.

And I have a teleplay–a six episode series called New Iceland, inspired by my 2018 novel, Forgeting How to Breathe. A few finishing touches, and I’m ready to pitch.

Always writing, writing all ways. Happy 2026! Wishing you all inspiration and joy, whatever your journey.

Barnstorm Fest shortlist, Dec 29, 2025

The Heat is On!

I’m a puddle. Rather, I was a minute ago. After coffee on my deck at the campsite, I settled at my table inside the table to write. Two hours later and the heat has turned my RV into a sauna. I’m not complaining! I love our glorious Manitoba summers, especially at the lake.

Plus, I have air conditioning.

In my last entry I mentioned how my plan for this novel-in-progress wobbled after two grant applications were denied. The one thing we can be very sure of in life, is that everything changes. Last week I found out that a jury of my peers found this project worthy, and I have been awarded a Winnipeg Arts Council grant. The cash infusion is welcome (so very welcome!), but the knowledge that fellow writers studied my plan and deemed this book sound wraps my heart in a hug. They have faith, and so mine is fortified.

My rockets are fired, and I’ve been steeped in story ever since. It is a playground, these worlds of thoughts and ideas and characters come to life. There may still be changes to my intended plan, but I am back in it, and having the time of my life.

A Crisis of Faith

With most of my novels-in-progress, there comes a time when I question my original vision and consider a new direction. This most often happens when life has necessitated a break in writing–a family visit, a trip, a booking to work on a film (cash to fuel my writing habit!). Some writers take this in stride. I do not.

A friend popped by my campsite yesterday and we chatted about this very thing. She is a poet and enjoys shifting from one project to another. My process is the opposite. I need to stay obsessively with my work, my characters, the core of my intended story every day, or it wobbles. Life gets in, which mean new ideas do too. Sometimes this is good. I won’t know until I get to the end. IF I get to the end.

Yesterday as I walked along the lakeshore, I considered the novels I love to read; the ones that move me, stay with me. Those are two different sorts for me. I love thrillers and mysteries, which leave my heart firmly in place, and I love family stories rooted in love. My intent has been to have both in this story. That is as plotted. The wavering occurred when I considered if the story I intended needs the thriller elements to work. The truth is, no. Two failed grant applications may speak to this–I don’t and won’t know, because jury comments are confidential.

I could write this story straight up about a fractured relationship between mother and daughter who find their way back to one another through a series of events.

But hang on, that would require a whole other series of events than what I’ve planned.

Hang on again…maybe the antagonist is someone other than who I thought it would be, which changes everything, but maybe for the better?

Life gets in. My preference would be to stay with a story dawn to dusk, shunning life, nibbling cheese and sipping tea when necessary to keep the body fuelled. But maybe life getting in is okay. Maybe this story will be better for it.

Only one way to find out….

Let’s Go!

Back at my camp after a short but happy, loving and soul filling trek to the East Coast with my sisters and mothers to visit my aunt and uncle.

I have hot water! Sort of. I wasn’t able to get a clear answer via phone and text message from George as to whether the new part was installed while I was away. On arrival I inspected, and no new part, however it did look cleaned up a little. I think. I resorted to the old turn it off and on about 200 times trick (I jest) and it finally ignited for the first time this season! This morning it needed another 25ish, but, ahh! Looking forward to a wash in my tiny tub. I suspect my luck won’t hold and I will need to bite the bullet and replace what’s there. As George said, because of the age of this vintage lovely, a new part will be hard to find. I am hoping I can install a tankless water heater, which is what my neighbour, Dave, did. On my way out yesterday, I called Steve (George’s brother, who also does RV work, lives in the area, and installed Dave’s unit). I am hopeful he can do the work, even if we need to get creative about fitting a new part in an old space (size).

I am eager to dive solely and obsessively back into my new novel-in-progress but will have to share time with other projects–besides adding plants to my camp garden, I mean. Two auditions coming up quick, and so I will take much of these next few days to prep.