Is it a cat or a dog?

Day 2/30: animal I think I started by trying to draw a wolf and then it looked like a cat... With great respect! A.

Back to first loves

Growing up I had many interests, but writing and drawing were the most fulfilling. In my twenties, having to raise my kids, work and stuff, I chose to keep up with the writing. Drawing was lost but never forgotten. For about 20 years I kept buying brushes, canvas, pencils, pens and paint, thinking that I…

Going for the Gold

Yes it's the time of the Summer Olympics. I always waited with much excitement to participate with my cheers and love, supporting the favorites and discovering favorites in many sports. What gets me so excited is the determination, commitment that athletes show, day in and day out, to achieve their goals. This can be applied to…

Exploring silence

Silence. I have been contemplating silence in my life for a few weeks now. I even created a collage about it to see where I stand in regards to it. What came up: It seems like I need silence   A few times this year, I had this urge to go and walk somewhere. Just…

Coming back home

I understand that there are many places I can call home. Montreal: my home city. Where I was born and raised. Raised my children. Had a career. It is one of the most amazing city I know. The mood is unique. Lac-au-Saumon: my mother's hometown. Everytime I go back there, I feel at home on…

That was April

This April, I joyfully embarked on the journey of the A to Z blog challenge and NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month). And what I won't tell is that I was registered for Camp NaNoWriMo also. A full exciting month ahead. Now, I look back and this is what April looks like. 19/26 A to Z…

Strong hearts, strong souls

Little drum little drum, please show me how to sing* Little drum little drum, please show me how to sing Rising like a moon with breathless beauty Feeble tremors awakening our sleeping hearts So my voice can be heard So my voice can be heard So my voice can be heard One voice chanting the…

Heart in a jar

There is a heart in a jar made of glass Protected piece of art in a deserted museum Its colour so bright it makes you wonder If it will ever come to life I stare for long hours annoyed by the silence Of this abandoned treasure laying lifeless Screaming at the glass hoping for a…

R -Revealing yourself in a notebook

This is a post on journaling. Girls starts very young to write in journals. It's part of the initiation of becoming a teenager. Usually your mother or an aunt will give you your first diary that you can lock with a key. In it, you write what you consider your most secret thoughts. I kept…

Q – Question it in notebooks

When I find a new character I do an interview with them. Asking for their intentions, beliefs and desires. Then, when I built the story around them, I question their motives. I use coloured pens. 🙂 Doing that allows me to find new ideas and get clear on the plot has I go along. I…