A few days after James McCann asked me if I would like to join several authors in writing a guest blog post for his new website, I was driving to work early in the morning along Highway 10 on a stretch of road between Cloverdale and Langley.
When I was 14 years old, I ran a weekly D&D game with my friends and had to come up with stories--sometimes on the fly. The purpose of D&D is that you have a storyteller, known as the Dungeon Master, who narrates the story to the players. This includes the setting, plot, and non-essential characters. The players are the ones who tell the Dungeon Master what the essential characters do--and as any writer knows, your characters can often screw up your intentions for the plot.
I have a favourite coffee place in Mission, BC. The Penny is an amazing cafe that gives back to its community by supporting an outreach program that offers comfort, relationships, support and food to those in need. (In their words from their site.) Walking inside, it seems like any other cafe. Friendly staff, neighbours who greet one another, …
The look on Grinfinn's face when I grab his collar and my Jeep keys is priceless. He always does this little dance when he knows we're going for a Jeep ride, and it's the only time he bolts out the door as fast as his one inch legs can carry him.
Travelling to Leavenworth in the Cascade Mountains is a little like going to visit Santa's village. The town is made up to resemble an old Bavarian village, and oftentimes storefronts will play Christmas music even though it was sunny, nearly 35 C, and the beginning of summer.