Welcome one and all, however you found your way here. I’m Lindsay, a Creative who really dislikes boxes. I’m a writer predominantly (check out my About page), but I am always picking up and trying other creative outlets. After all, creative expression doesn’t have to take on only one form, and in a world of…
Finding My Words Again
I have several draft posts sitting and waiting. At some point I had even gone back and looked at them, but each time I sighed and closed that tab. It’s been a rough couple of years, on top of already hard years due to chronic migraines and the pandemic. In many ways it’s gotten…
Letting Inspiration Take Time
Writing gives me great joy and yet when I struggle with anxiety or depression the words stop flowing. That is why this name of my site felt so apropos, because some days we’re just trying to find the words to express ourselves. My novel currently sits in some sort of limbo. And that is okay….
When Life Forces a Pause
It’s been an interesting last few days: projects on hold, words unwritten, days slipping past. Our household was hit by some sort of stomach bug that claimed all four of us in succession. Us adults are better but the kids are still struggling. We’re doing our best. I struggle with this stop-and-start in life. I…
A Treatise on Starting Seeds
Long dark days have passed, shadows pulled into light. As she sorts through packets, latin and common names traipse across her lips, whispers of better times to come. She’s been here before, the place of new Beginnings and second chances not taken for granted though she’s not one to make a fuss. – Fingers dibbing…
Spring Thaw and Energy for Progress
Up here in Northern Ontario, spring is doing its usual flip-flop. A few days ago it was a balmy 7 Celsius and I took my youngest outside to play in just sweaters, which was rather nice after a winter of being bundled up in parkas and covering bare skin wherever possible. It can can get…
Art Imitating Life, a Short Story
The air was soup this morning, the wind momentarily still, allowing the fog to settle in more deeply. The sun was low, just having crested the horizon but blocked by the landmass that was Newfoundland. Oars dipping into the water were the only noise aside from the waves sloshing against the sides of the rowboat. …
What Progress Really Looks Like
It’s April and I’m taking part in Camp NaNo, or as I like to call it NaNoWriMo Lite. This choose-your-own-adventure version of National Novel Writing Month is a chance to work on whatever writing projects your heart desires, set whatever goal feels right and make progress. For me, I’m working on a new sci fi…
In a World That Likes Boxes…
As we navigate this increasingly complex and interconnected world, there is something that becomes more and more apparent as I go along: we like boxes. Unfortunately for the world of niches and specialities, I don’t fit boxes. I have too many interests- things I’m curious about and want to explore- to stay in my one…
Petals of Regret
[this piece is a work of promoted fiction- the photo inspires the writing] A wind rips through, sometimes biting, sometimes balmy, a trick of the season’s march towards winter. The heyday of summer is long passed though the days still invite sun-soaked lazy moments. Beside a rickety lounge chair, a worn celadon pot with streaks…