This is part two of my re-capping of the last year or so. 2016 was all-around a year of horrors. It is known. Somewhere in the middle of it, Husband and I found out that the apartment we were renting in New Westminster was being sold. This was the second time that had happened to … Continue reading milestone 2: home ownership
Since I've been out for a while, I thought I'd recap a few things that have happened in this last year or so of radio silence. This is the biggest one.* I have another nephew! He is my third nephew, the second one named Benjamin, and the first borne by my only sister. He is … Continue reading milestone 1: blood of my blood
Hence, I've fallen somewhat off the radar. But, like cold sores, I'm always back. Stay tuned...
It seems like every time I return to regular posting after something of a hiatus, I have nothing but complaints about what kept me in hiatus. And I feel like I've come out of one of the most stressful times of my life. There are two kinds of stress I experience: time-related stress, where a million … Continue reading the hiatus and moving on
Today I was given the much-needed reminder that, even though some of the shine has come off the Trudeau Liberals, they are still an infinite improvement over the horrors that came before. I started working in the Social Planning section of the City a few months ago, and since then, I've been lucky enough to … Continue reading the optimism continues
Momentum, like Mr. Darcy's good opinion, once lost is lost forever. Or so it seems. Something like a particularly nasty cold that lasts a week (especially when it is followed by Husband spending the whole next week sick with said cold) can wreak havoc on my momentum. Like coming back from vacation, or from an illness, or from … Continue reading the granny square approach
It's been a very upside down sort of world I've been living in, for good and bad. Which is how it goes, I suppose, when you're trying to get your shit together, as they so figuratively say. What is it about being an adult that means having your shit together? What does that even mean? … Continue reading upon the difficulties of getting your sh*t together
Another shameless plug. This time an interview with Quarter Castle Publishing. Behold, my majesty!
I have to admit that I love talking about my writing process.
It forces a level of self-reflexivity that I think is healthy, as well as provides a valuable time to reflect on the effectiveness of my process.
Also, I am vain.
(Also also… that picture of me had a plate of pierogis artfully cropped out.)
Recently Quarter Castle Publishing interviewed Ashleigh.
QCP: When did you decide to become a writer?
Ashleigh: I remember a moment as a book-obsessed child where I realized that someone created those books and that I too could do that. The first story I wrote was about a dinosaur, and my mum sewed a cover onto it and everything. Sadly, this opus has been lost to history. So I never really decided, it was just something I have always done.
QCP: Do you write every day? If not, how many days do you dedicate to writing?
Ashleigh: I write every day. Sometimes life gets in the way, but that’s okay. But I try to never let myself stop if I’m feeling blocked or less than…
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Ashleigh Rajala of New Westminster, British Columbia, is the author of Working Title, the winning submission in Quarter Castle Publishing’s first short story writing contest.
Here’s a sample from the short story.
We fade in as the sun sets. In Hollywood, they call this “Magic Hour”. It’s brief but timeless in that way so few things are. The first we will see of Nick is a thirty-five-year-old man: some wrinkles but ultimately boyish. The production company ensnared a former portrayer of superhero sidekicks and sex-obsessed teens. “Nick” is the actor’s chance for emotional redemption, career resurgence, even an awards show run, perhaps. So Nick is now tall, dark, bankable and far-more handsome than he should be.
But in this world of magic hours he is awkward and pitiable. We know this because his suit is wrinkled and mismatched. He is wearing it only because it would not fit in…
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