Soho—you’ll have to pry me from here by my cold, dead hands. I will spend the rest of my days in this neighbourhood. I’ll eat artisanal cake for breakfast every day; consort with the independent fashion designers on Carnaby; wear bedazzled gear from Beyond Retro; hide from the tourists near Piccadilly; watch the locals head into the sex shops; eat hummus and gourmet burgers.
Read MoreOne of my microfiction pieces that was recently published in an anthology based out of the UK.
Read MoreIf social media is a playground, I’m happily heading to the sandbox. Sometimes I enter writing contests and sometimes I win stuff! Here’s a snippet of the most recent wins.
Read MoreI’ve written at least 2000 online dating profiles in the last four years (thanks to a fun freelance gig) and here’s one of my favourites.
Read MoreI finally understand the phrase “the hills are alive with the sound of music.” It sounds like a wind chime here, with the gong-like sounds of cow bells mixing with the light ringing coming from the sheep’s collars, and the rushing 72 waterfalls that surround the valley, and the odd Yahoo! from the paragliders.
Read MoreSnippets from a physical theatre piece that I created, performed, and produced (but I didn’t do the lighting design — I’m good, but I’m not that good).
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