A quiet, wintry November morning enveloped me before I strolled into the Ramada Hotel lobby to scope out a location for setup. Eventually my girlfriend Debbie and my friend Glen LaValley joined me, Glen bringing his 10-foot tall beauty of a rock-em-sock-em balloon robot puppet. I’m not entirely sure what order those adjectives go in, but they definitely all belong there. I slipped right into my black morph suit, adopting the form of the robot’s shadow, and stood as Glen worked his magic to strap the lumbering form…

Also known as #LuchaLivre, this event brings together authors of all types for a single purpose: to destroy each other’s characters. From a glance, it might appear as though Luchadore masks have resurged and incurred a cult following, with garish colours rippling atop the mouths of sermonizing orators before an engaged audience. An MC wearing a chicken mask seems to be a mediator of some kind. When the brief readings are done, however, the gloves come off, and each of the two contestants articulates how and why their…

This poem was written months ago at the Astro-HAL blastoff party by my good friend Brad OH. I’ve been meaning to share its simple brilliance for a while now, so without further ado… As I took a walk through space I came upon the strangest place A Comet circling a star A nebulous cross of near and far And who lived there except my pal The one and only Astro HAL. -Brad OH (www.BradOHInc.com)

My race to space in the Axe Apollo Contest is finally over, after 167 days with the space suit. It will likely require fumigation at this point. The results aren’t in yet, but they’ll be announced on www.facebook.com/axecanada. There are way too many people to thank for their support, both in spirit and in practical matters like pie organization, but I’ll try here: Debbie Ha for relentless support throughout the entire campaign. She’s the person not shown in almost every single picture and video. My family for rooting…

I packed my “Folds of Ice” in a cooler and sent it for consideration in the Canadian-water-conflict-focused Blood and Water anthology. Like I did for my Tesseracts submission, I bought an accompanying lottery ticket. This time, however, I will follow the tried and true ways of Lady Luck: I will only scratch it when I hear news. Note to self: it might be worth checking when the ticket expires. The intricacies of the writing business are strange and numerous, but I’m slowly catching on. These leaps forward in…

Recently a Seattle woman married a building to protest its demolition. I thought it might have been because of the building’s stamina to remain erect, but evidently it’s a lesbian so that’s a moot point. Although I didn’t intend the scene to be interpreted this way, someone pointed out that my encounter between a hybrid biomechanical building and Kendra in “A Song for Mona” is romantic, almost sexual in nature. I’d like to say, for the record, that I hadn’t heard of any of this building honeymooning until…

I just sent my story trundling through the tubes to EDGE Science Fiction and Fantasy Publishing. I also bought a Tetris Lottery ticket and am about to scratch it. Wish me luck.

Debbie’s sketches capture the humour of words brilliantly 😀 This is a quote from “A Song for Mona,” a story I intend to submit to Tesseracts 16.

Today started off with me on the verge of using toothpaste as shaving cream. It’s funny how much daydreaming about your stories can affect how you function. Despite the fact that writing sometimes feels like a pet you have to take care of that turns you into a literary crazy-cat-lady, I got a bit of a material reward today. It came in the form of my first cheque from the Public Lending Rights Commission. It’s payment for my work that is available in libraries in Canada. There’s something…

Think, tweak and edit Write logline to capture tale Submit to agent–wait.