All about the Author:

Long, Long Time Ago…

I started writing, like proper “Should I try to get published?” writing way back in 2013. That wasn’t the real beginning as I’ve always been a storyteller. I used to make up fractured fairytales for my kids, I wrote fan fic (Shh, don’t tell), I wrote plots and outlines for Babylon5 and SeaQuest DSV RPG’s with my friends. My story telling crossed genre boundaries, fantasy, fairytale, supernatural and sci-fi. How was I to choose? Answer, I didn’t. That’s what a Speculative Fiction author does, they write across genres.

How did it all start?

My writing journey began a long, long time ago in a gal… wait, no, that’s another character’s origin story. My character arc is not quite so dramatic. I never left my province let alone planet. I was born right here on the beautiful shores of the Atlantic in St. John’s, Newfoundland. Not literally on the shore, mind you, it was in a hospital, one that has a good view of the sea. That counts in my opinion.

I spent my childhood split between living in St. John’s and a little community called Colinet in St. Mary’s Bay. Or as my Dad called it, God’s country. Can’t say I disagree with him. Colinet is one of the most beautiful places on Earth. That may be my bias showing.

Home Sweet Home

Colinet is a tiny community. It sits by the shore at the very apex of St. Mary’s Bay where the Colinet and Rocky River’s empty into the sea. With no no steep cliffs to protect it from the ravages of the Atlantic, it’s somehow survived storm and tsunami alike.

A long time before I was even a twinkle in my daddy’s eye my second home, St. John’s, had it’s beginning as a humble seasonal fishing camp in the early 1500’s and has grown to be our capital city. Meaning that Europeans have been here for six hundred years with the Beothuk predating their arrival in the area with settlements throughout the area.

It’s a city of history. From battles between the French and British that were held on the hills surrounding city to privateers and pirates that sought refuge on our shores. The inhabitants of St. John’s stood strong in the face battles and bandits, and the five separate fires that destroyed swaths of the city. We’re a hardy lot. We have to be.

Old as the hills

Newfoundland is ancient with some of the oldest rocks in the world. The ones nearest me located on Signal Hill are 550 million years old! Our only mountains, called the Long Range Mountains, were once part of the same chain as the Appalachians. The same Appalachians with a reputation for the weird and wonderful. With such history around us stories of the supernatural abound.

Spirits n’ Spectres

My family is three generations from Ireland and my ancestors carried the the spirits of their homeland with them to this lovely island in the sea. A saucer of milk for the fairies. A bit of bread or a cookie in your pocket if you went into the woods. Mind the fairy rings. In times of death, you’d best open all of the windows, and doors. If you did not the deceased’s spirit could not leave and would stay to haunt you.

Ghosts of long dead sailors creep through the alleys and streets of Downtown St. John’s. A chill runs down your spine as you walk past the foot of Prescott Street where the hangman plied his trade. An echo of gunfire and swords clashing chase you as you walk the trails of Signal Hill, where the British and French fought for dominion over the fish rich waters.

Tragic tales of children stolen and replaced by changelings. Spirits that haunt woods and homes alike. Jack-o-lanterns that float above the bogs on quiet nights. Fairy rings, shipwrecks, and ruined forts.