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January 2017

Why I Live In Canada


I went to school for teaching. Now, if any of you are familiar with the teaching situation in Canada it’s – there are not enough jobs for teachers that are graduating from school. This, as you can see, is a problem for those of us wishing to stay and teach in our own country. Most graduates go overseas to teach in places like England, South Korea, Japan, or China. These are all great places filled with rich history and wonderful people… but whenever I’m offered to go there to teach (which I do more often then not) I always turn them down.

People ask me why I do that. Don’t I want to be a teacher? Don’t I want to stand in front of a class and share my passion for English with those minds so willing to learn?

Yes, I do want to teach but I don’t want to leave the country that is in my bones. I’m a fifth generation Canadian. All my family is in Canada, asides from the few brave one’s that are overseas teaching. I was raised to love my country and the people in it. I see what is happening to the education system in the country and it kills me inside that I am not given the chance to try and help it. But, that is only part of the reason why I stay here.

I love this country. I love the people in this country. No where in the world are there such friendly, welcoming, open minded people than those I’ve met here. We are as diverse as we are loyal to our nation. We are accepting and willing to change. I don’t deny we have done some horrible things in our past that we are not proud of, but we are beginning to admit them… trying to bring light to them.

Canada is a nature wonderland. Any type of climate you want you can find. Open plains, ocean villages, blistering cold, northern lights, boreal forests, rain forests, desolate snowscapes – you name it and I will point you in the direction you want to go.

Another thing I love about Canada is how large it is. You hear Canada is really big – we’re the second largest country in the world – but you don’t realize how large it is until your parents pack up your car for university and drive 16 hours from Toronto to Thunder Bay, around Lake Superior only to have you realize you never left the province of Ontario. Mind you it takes you about 19 hours to get from Ontario to Prince Edwards Island… but you cut through Quebec and Nova Scotia on the way.

I don’t understand why people would want to leave a country that has so much beauty for another. Canada may be young but we have history… I know because I’ve explored the many fur trading posts scattered across our land. I’ve visited the fortresses along our sea ways, seen the battlefields and visited our museums.

It is this beauty, these friendly people, our dark but unique history that makes me learn to love how important it is to be Canadian. I think that is one reason I try my hand at capturing my experiences through photographs in hopes of showing people how amazing this country really is. So, even though I may not be teaching in a classroom I am doing my best to teach those interested through my posts and through the work I publish online… for the next generation of Canadians to read this and appreciate how good they have it in our home and native land.


Dialogue Prompt: Never Said Thank You


“This is just as much your victory as it is mine.” She glanced over her shoulder to spot the man’s heavy brows knit at hearing her words. She had confused him by the looks of it. That wasn’t so surprising, he wasn’t the type to think outside the obvious. “I never said thank you, did I?”

“For what?” He shook his head, watching as the woman drew closer to take his hands. They were warm as her thumbs made circles against his wrists. He looked up from their hands to meet eyes with the woman before him. A small smirk on her lips as he felt her right hand leave his grip to move to rest against his cheek.

“For… well… everything.” Her voice was low, almost a whisper as she moved closer to rest her forehead against his chin. “Everything that has happened wouldn’t have if not for you.”

What is the first book that made you cry?

Hello Everyone!

When I was a kid I wasn’t much into reading. It’s wasn’t that I couldn’t read… it was just I didn’t find any of the books I was learning in school to be interesting enough. Due to my disinterest in reading the school books my teachers believed I had a learning disability and put me in a separate reading program where I had to read lower level books. Again, these disinterested me as I was more at a grade 11 reading level then a grade 4 reading level.

One of the books I read was Stone Fox, a book about a boy and his dog. Not usually a story I was interested in but it was short and super quick to read. I don’t remember much about the book but with all boy and his dog books the dog dies, leaving the reader a complete blubbering mess by the end. I am a dog person. I love dogs – heck I love animals. So, whenever an animal dies or is killed in tv, movie, or book format I become worse than a teething two-year-old.

Stone Fox by John Reynolds Gardiner was the first book that made me cry. It was also the book that pushed me to bring my very thick historical non-fiction or historical fictions to school so they would stop making me read lower grade books. The teacher’s faces when they gave us free time to read and I – in grade 6 at the time – pulls out Freedom Train: The Story of Harriet Tubman, or The Last of the Mohicans, or one of the Little Women Series. You can thank Sarah, Plain and Tall for getting me into wanting to know more about the frontier and America’s early, horribly cruel history. I still have a fascination with old westerners and learning about the early foundations of the US, (Roots and Hell on Wheels).

Now I pass this question on to you – what is the first book that made you cry? Leave your answers in the comments down below. Until next time, remember, stay safe, be creative, and as always toodles! ^.^


How I Came Up With Names For My Fantasy World

Hello Everyone!

When I comes to world building picking out names for the places, people, and things can be a challenge. Sometimes there isn’t a story behind a name for a location on the map or a name just pops into your head that will, ‘work for what I have planned’. Today I’m going to talk to you about how I came up with the names for my fantasy world and maybe my methods will help you build yours.

Let’s starts at the beginning with the name of the world – GAITAN.

When I first started writing about this world back in grade eight the world was called Arrogwin and was much less developed/ much smaller. Over time, and years of improving my writing skills, I decided my world needed a face-lift and along with that face-lift would be a name change.

Gaitan is a massive planet. You can’t tell as you – at the moment – only see one continent due to the lack of technological development and other barriers (Western Mountains). The series Prophecy Six takes place on this one continent and there isn’t much talk about even knowing if there are others out there. To those of this first continent they believe they are the only people in the world of Gaitan, but they would be wrong. More on that at a later date.

When I came to thinking of the name for Gaitan the process was pretty much, how would I describe the world? Giant Earth. What’s another name for earth? Gaia. What’s another word for giant? Titan. Combine the two words – gaia and titan – and Ta Da you got yourself Gaitan.

Once the name for the world was made I created the map for the continent. I wanted to see the visual before I went around naming things. I knew I wanted dessert lands to the south, rocky lands to the north, mountains in the west and east, and lots of water. After playing around with some ideas – also flipping North and South so North is down and South is up – I got a map I was relatively happy with:


That’s when I went around placing circles where I wanted my capitals or cities, squares where I wanted smaller settlements like trading posts or villages, and later on I started placing X’s where battles were fought.

For the most part I reused the names for the North, South, and East. Derlin, Syder, Arrowgrav, Arrowhilm, and Calin were names I came up with in grade eight… which I honestly don’t remember how I came up with them but I liked them enough to keep. Other names like King’s Port, Stone Creek, Yorn, and Bay’s Lake were all references to places I read about or grew up near. Stone Creek is reference to Stony Creek, Ontario. Bay’s Lake is a reference to Thunder Bay, Ontario. Yorn is reference to the Norn, which is the race I usually play in Guild Wars. King’s Port is reference to the Port of Montreal in Montreal, Quebec as it is one of the major shipping ports in Canada.

Places like La’reen, Mispick… and many others were created from random thoughts in my head or from things my characters would say. Sometimes I would be writing and my characters would throw out a random location and the name would stick. The majority of the locations on the map as like that, but over time I’ve made up backstories for all of them. Some of these backstories I’ve even shared on the Prophecy Six Official site – FOUND HERE.

So, to recap:
  1. Combine two words into one – Gaia + Titan = Gaitan
  2. Find real life influences: Stone Creek vs. Stony Creek, Ontario
  3. Let your characters guide world creation, (they live in the world after all).
  4. If all else fails, make it up.
Anyways, that’s all I have for today. If you have any questions leave them in the comments down below. If you liked this post or want to read more like or follow me. Until next time, remember, stay safe, be creative, and as always toodles!

Wilderness Calls (Haiku)

The wilderness calls.

Listen to its words closely.

It speaks just for you.


Photograph taken by: Deanna Wiltshire

Location: Celebration Forest, London, Ontario


I’ll Write When I’m Inspired

I hate when people say that they will write when they get inspired. I hate it even more when they then complain about how they never get around to writing anything or they don’t understand why they haven’t finished _______ writing project they have been trying to write for ______ number years.

“I’ll write when I’m inspired” is one reason why you are never going to get to writing. If you wait for the inspiration fairy to come visit so you can write you’ll miss all the opportunities to improve and even more opportunities to discover. If I waited to “feel like writing” or “feel inspired to write” I wouldn’t have two books published, my blog would be empty, and my websites would be non-existent.

Yes, it is easier to write when you’re inspired. Yes, writing can be more enjoyable when you are inspired. But 9 times out of 10 your best work isn’t going to be when you’re inspired. Inspiration helps make a foundation for ideas but pushing yourself to write is what gets your story built.

Here are some ways to put inspiration aside and get right to writing:

1. Making writing a habit:

Wake up every day and write a sentence down. Force yourself to post something on your blog or even write a response to someone else’s post. The more your write the easier it becomes and the better chance you’ll get to feeling motivated to write because you’ve made it habit instead of waiting for the inspiration fairy to come visit.

2. Explore other pieces of writing:

Checking out what other people are writing might help you get ideas on what you want to write. Better yet, write about your experiences or events that happened during your day. You don’t have to share them online but writing about your day can help your develop better writing skills.

3. Find fun knew ways to describe boring tasks or happenings.

In other words narrate your life. This can tie into number 2 but I find this helpful. Narrating your life like you’re a character in a book not only gets you writing, but you learn to develop your voice and what you should or shouldn’t add to scenes. It also is awesome at annoying housemates if you start narrating out loud.

4. Read something online that you think you could improve.

Write about that. Like I said above it doesn’t have to be published online but it gets you into a habit of writing.

5. Learn a new word and write down sentences you can use it in.

I do this with my Old Word Friday posts. As I love learning words and I am interested in old words I try to challenge myself with finding old words online and bringing them into current everyday conversation. Learning a new word and using it in sentences not only improves your vocabulary but gets you to think outside your current collection.

There you have it 5 ways to put aside your inspiration fairy and hopefully help you get into the habit of writing. These are also helpful with fighting writer’s block if you happen to be suffering from that.

Of course this is just my opinion… someone who writes for fun and for a living… so no reason to listen to my advice. You keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll just be over here writing about it. ^.^

Lemon Loaf

Decided I needed a distraction a few weekends back so I went a little bake crazy. I made two banana breads and two lemon loaves. I’ll just say Mr. Canuck and my co-workers were happy to get free food.

Anyways, I wanted to share with you the lemon loaf recipe since I had always shared the banana bread recipe. So, here it is!

Prep time: 15 minutes     Cook time: 50-60 minutes



1 cup white sugar

1 1/2 cups flour (white or brown)

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoons baking powder


1/2 cup milk

1/2 cup shortening

2 eggs

Grated rind of 1 lemon


Juice half a lemon and mix with 1/4 cup sugar.


Cream shortening; beat in sugar gradually. Add eggs, beating well; stir in rind. Mix flour, salt, and baking powder together. Blend in dry ingredients with the wet ingredients while added the milk slowly. Mix everything well.

Bake in a greased loaf pan in an oven at 350F or 176C for 50-60 minutes.

Remove from oven. Spread glaze over top immediately. Let cool for ten minutes and then remove from pan to cool completely. Slice and enjoy!

Dialogue Prompt: This is a game


“Why aren’t you taking this more seriously?” He growled, slamming a flat hand against the wall before turning back to face the woman who continued to adjust her dress in the body-length mirror. “This isn’t a game. There are lives at stack. Your life in particular!”

She stopped, lifting her eyes to connect with his reflection in the mirror. Her face a void of all expression, unable to be read no matter how hard he tried. Something he had said had pulled her out of the trance she was in, but what?

“This is a game and we are the pawns,” she breathed, turning to face the man in the center of her room. “If you didn’t realize that by now, no wonder why you are so unclear about your path.”

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