“It’s a terrible story and one way to tell it is this: two girls in love and a fog of wasps cursed the place forever after,” (Danforth 5).

In 1902 at The Brookhants School for Girls Clara and Flo, two young lovers, are found dead in the Tricky Thicket having been stung by a swarm of yellow jackets, a book they loved by author Mary MacLane found by their bodies. As conspiracies and rumours of the “devilish” power of Mary’s book spreads around Brookhants, Principal Libbie Brookhants and her partner Alex Trills start to experience strange occurrences of their own. Less than five years later with three more tragic and mysterious deaths the Brookhants school closes and becomes the stuff of stories until over a century later when wunderkind author Merritt Eammons turns it into a raved-about story called The Hauntings of Brookhants. With a film adaption starting up which includes Merritt as the scriptwriter, and starring “It Girl” Harper Harper and the B-list daughter of a 1980s Scream Queen Audrey Wells, things are about to get strange. Flitting between the past and present, the protagonists are dealt with their own horrific and devilish experience at Brookhants and may just find themselves tangled up in it’s curse. Continue reading

This is incredibly late but I only saw it on the website yesterday, my new article on Sartorial Geek!

Posted on Christmas Eve and perfect for the season, I shared my six favourite ghost stories that I thought would be perfect to read on Christmas Eve. But honestly, they’re good to read any old evening?

You can read my list of stories here.

Well would you look at that, it’s another post! Not regular yet but it’s here and that must count for something, right?

So let’s give some updates, shall we? I finished NaNoWriMo WAY ahead with 68,853 words which I’m super proud of and just goes to show that the Stephen King “write ten pages a day” method really does pay off. I’ve been putting off this story for quite sometime and though it’s still in incredibly rough shape I’m happy to have gotten some version of the story out of me. Now it’s just sitting in my inbox waiting for me to return to it, which I’m planning to do in January.

Back on the Stephen King method, I’ve kind of stopped doing that for this month, at least temporarily. I always put a lot of pressure on myself during NaNoWriMo and don’t want to force myself into a burnout, so even though I’ve started a new project I’ve given myself permission to take it slow. On the one hand this is great but on the other it makes me feel panicky, like I’m not doing enough. Oh the life of a Capricorn!

Another new project I’m working on is a short story advent calendar on my Instagram where I post a part of the story everyday from December 1st – December 24th. You can start checking it out here but I think I’ll make a list here for when you can click to a particular day to read it easier, in theory anyways.

Anyways that’s all I have to say, hopefully I have more updates soon!

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Well, so much for “back to your regularly scheduled programming” I guess.

I don’t really have an excuse, it’s not that I haven’t been writing though. I’ve been participating in NaNoWriMo and ended up reaching 50K early, my first time reaching the goal early. It’s not done, much like last years story which took FOREVER to finish (and still hasn’t been edited, but that’s another story, literally) but I’m curious what my word count will be by the end of the month. Maybe I’ll even write a blog post about it…if I remember to post on here. Continue reading

Well it’s been a hot minute hasn’t it? Not that I want to “vaguebook” or anything but to keep it short and sweet (and vague) some stuff happened and I was in a not so good place. I’m slowly but surely getting out of that and am trying to get back into this whole blogging thing.

It’s honestly weird to me that I’ve neglected it for this long. Not just with the lack of posts but even checking it, I used to at least check this blog daily but I completely stopped that. And I know that it’s technically just been over a month since I’ve last posted but it feels a lot longer, which is just a long way of me saying I’m sorry for disappearing and I’m happy I’m back.

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I’m tired. I’ve said this already, too many times in fact. I’m sick of saying it, of feeling it as much as you are of reading it I’m sure. I keep waiting for this time where I’ll feel awake, ready, where I won’t feel bone tired like I’m dragging myself from place to place. Like I won’t fall over in a heap.

This past weekend my sister went to the ER for stomach pain, on Monday she came home after having laparoscopic appendectomy, and since you probably know the meaning of the second word you’ll know she had her appendix removed. I found out at five in the morning on Sunday when she called me to let me know the diagnosis and he upcoming surgery. I didn’t really process what was happening and she didn’t really either. I tried to focus on the positives with her on the phone: that while this was her first time being admitted into the hospital in seven years it wasn’t for her autoimmune disease and that an appendectomy isn’t the most uncommon surgery in the world. For once a health-related incident was semi-normal and common for our family. Continue reading

“Plenty of time. You can take in a lot in a hundred and twenty seconds, and that’s all I came here to do: have a good look,” (Hannah 1).

Beth Leeson and Flora Braid aren’t friends anymore and haven’t spoken to one another in twelve years, but that doesn’t stop Beth from wanting to check up on her former friend when dropping her son off to his football game which just conveniently happens to be near where Flora and her husband now live. Beth ends up seeing Flora, older as expected, but her two children Thomas and Emily look the exact same age they were twelve years ago. Beth heard Flora call the children by their names so it must be them, but how could Flora’s children not age in twelve years? Continue reading

“…everything you’ve seen is built by you. Which is why you’ll never see it again,” (Walden 256).

I absolutely adored Walden’s amazing graphic novel On a Sunbeam so it was crushing not liking Are You Listening?

Bea is running away and ends up running into Lou, an acquaintance of her mom’s who agrees to drive her to wherever she wants to run away too (Bea doesn’t have all the details worked out yet). But as they drive through West Texas things start to change: the landscape, mysterious pit stops, a friendly cat, and they’re being followed by a group of shadowy men. Bea and Lou must trust each other to stay safe and confront hard truths neither of them wants to acknowledge. Continue reading

I haven’t written a post on here that isn’t a book review or advertising a blog post on Sartorial Geek in a while, so let’s get back into it shall we! 

Honestly, there’s a lot I could write about. Since my last post I got my hair cut short and donated 14 inches of it for cancer (hair donations are harder to find but if you’re looking to donate hair for an organization where the patients get the wigs for free then try Wigs for Kids), went up north to cottage country and visited some relatives. It was relaxing as always but different in some ways. Being a rural area their COVID cases were very limited, only one person died in the area and while they also had a bylaw for wearing masks many people didn’t follow it and many businesses didn’t enforce it. It was just strange to see how other places are dealing with the pandemic and how different it is in some areas. Then when I got home I did a pretty drastic change: I dyed my hair teal. Continue reading

“English majors and book nerds and almost everyone in the program knew that a piece of literature can be the perfect antidote to loneliness, but the truth is that creating that antidote often makes the writer more vulnerable to the thing it’s fighting,” (Zancan 58).

I’ve realized I don’t like books about writing, which is ironic but there you have it. I find that books that fictionalize writers and writing tend to be pretentious and full of themselves. While I’ve never been in an MFA program I have been in some writing groups and I know that the caricatures can be true (I’ve met some) but it’s the thing I hate most about writers and writing, and I don’t want it highlighted every time I read about them. So maybe I’m biased, maybe I was doomed to dislike the book from the beginning but I tried, that has to count for something right? Continue reading