Category Archives: On Scribbling

On Failing

Posted on July 2, 2016 by clubfredbaja

“No one talks about what happens when following your passion leads you off a cliff.” ~ Twitter user whose name I cannot recall I suspect, because humans are creative and curious by nature, that we have been dreaming big and … Continue reading →

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Words Fail Me – How to write when you can’t

Posted on April 6, 2016 by clubfredbaja

From 2010 to February 2015, I wrote as if possessed. Every spare moment was writing. When I wasn’t writing, I was thinking about writing. Even reading became difficult because inevitably I would stumble across a sentence, theme, or plot twist … Continue reading →

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We Are Still Fighting

Posted on April 4, 2016 by clubfredbaja

“Not another discussion about strong women in fiction! Haven’t we covered this topic a billion times already?” This is the response I imagine some of you will have to today’s Chronicle. I’ll even toss in a few eye rolls and … Continue reading →

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Spotlight On: Creative Ink Festival

Posted on March 29, 2016 by clubfredbaja

In the spring of 2015, the Creative Ink Festival held a one-day, “sneak peek” event, to give local readers, writers, and artists a taste of what to expect in 2016. Well, the main event is almost here and I am … Continue reading →

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Our Story

Posted on February 16, 2016 by clubfredbaja

My swirling thoughts have been swirly-er than usual lately. Traveling through the lands to the south of my lovely-yet-frigid homeland always puts me in the path of people with different—sometimes wildly different—perspectives and views than mine. For all our similarities, … Continue reading →

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Manufacturing Magic… Why I’m done with Star Wars

Posted on January 13, 2016 by clubfredbaja

Raise your hand if this scenario sounds familiar… You go to a place. Maybe the place is a bar, or a restaurant, an annual event, a hotel, a vacation spot, a party. Any kind of place, really, where other people … Continue reading →

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All That I Do Not Know

Posted on August 25, 2015 by clubfredbaja

And so I return from WorldCon, awash in the glow of camaraderie and inspiration, with the lingering scent of stale gin. There were all the usual Breakfast Squad shenanigans, interesting panels, and of course the Hugo drama. I’ll save the … Continue reading →

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Trusting the Earth to Hold You Up

Posted on August 16, 2015 by clubfredbaja

Yoga is hard. Make all the jokes you want—and I’ve made plenty since I moved to Hippie Heaven, Nelson, BC—a good yoga class is a bonafide workout in every sense of the word. I have not done a lot of … Continue reading →

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The Time It Takes

Posted on July 20, 2015 by clubfredbaja

Josh and I are approaching the end of the first draft of our fourth Warpworld novel. With each new installment, our process is refined and our efficiency improves. I anticipate a final draft, ready for publication, in early 2016. My … Continue reading →

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Writing Between the Falling Bombs

Posted on June 15, 2015 by clubfredbaja

In the spring of 1999, Novak Djokovic was playing tennis in an empty swimming pool. When air raid sirens sounded, he, his coach and his fellow players would run for the nearest bomb shelter and wait until it was safe … Continue reading →

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