Just Another Day

I’ve The Perfect Halloween Cat

(Warning: lazy post)

Meet Elsa. She looks like a cat, but I’m sure she’s an alien in disguise. While she is at least double the healthy weigh for a cat (these pics do her so much justice, you have no idea), she’s managed to survived. Unlike many overweight humans, however, she can still jump onto high places, like this table.


Oh, you couldn’t see her inside all that bag?





That’s all I’ve got.

Happy Halloween!

Till Next,


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NaNoWriMo Countdown – 4: What To Write…



This is me when NaNoWriMo is four days away and I have no idea what to write.

Yes. Here we are. It is October the 28th, 2014. A Tuesday, if you care.

It snowed all day yesterday, but was too warm for any of it to stick around. Today was equally drab. But, you’re not here to read about the weather in Saskatoon…are you?

Oh, you are. Okay. Well, last February (don’t quote me, I could be TERRIBLY wrong) or at some point in the last year or two, Saskatoon reached so low a temperature that, for a day, it was literally the COLDEST place on Earth. Colder than the Arctic, colder than the Antarctic and, with most certainty, colder than India (am I right, Shaun, or am I right?)

Seriously, though. You’re not here to read about Saskatchewan weather. You’re here because the title of this post mentions NaNoWriMo and you want to read something novel. (hahahahahah haha ha)

Do you know why Canadians are so prone to talking about the weather? It’s because weather patterns are unpredictable. You never know what to expect, or when to expect it. Change is so sudden, that weather is actually the most riveting discourse one can have (mostly).

But I digress.

Seriously. Let’s talk NaNo.


Do you see why I generally have no idea what to write for NaNo? It’s because instead of actually thinking about NaNo, I think about the weather. And the way my pinky has such trouble typing. And that cracked nail on my third toe. And…

Yeah. I may have ADHD. No, I really don’t. More like an aversion to planning. And thinking ahead.

So, when it comes to WHAT I’M WRITING for NaNoWriMo…it can change at a moment’s notice.

Right now, I think I’ll write the newest addition to my Demonria series, Saints of the Silence. This will be book number five for all of you who haven’t taken the time to check me out on NaNo and see that I wrote the first four books for previous NaNos (2007, 2008, 2010, 2012 – to be PRECISE).

I’m not really sure what point this post serves, except to say that NaNoWriMo happens in four days. Or three (technically) if you’re a picky jerk.


Honestly, I can’t believe I’ve written such a useless post. But this gets at the hardest part about NaNo – it’s choosing an idea that will carry you through the entire month. It’s creating a story that can keep you motivated to reach that 50,000 word mark.

If you’re like me, you’ll understand that the problem is not coming up with one idea but, rather, choosing one out of the plethora of ideas stored away in your head – not to mention all the new ones that pop up each day unexpectedly.

So, while I think I’ll be writing Demonria: Saints of the Silence, I really can’t say FOR SURE until November 1st. Call me crazy, but it works. (This is the part where I could brag about my eight consecutive ‘wins’ of NaNo, but I won’t.)

Anyway, you already know NaNo is approaching. And I’m guessing you didn’t gain any value in life from this post. So why not turn the tables and give me something to sink my teeth into?

Tell me, dear reader and enthusiast writer, what are you writing this year? Because, while I have a tendency to make everything about me (and really it should be), even I have to admit that NaNoWriMo is about writers everywhere. I am just a teeny brushstroke in that masterpiece. (I’d like to apologize for my modesty. It won’t happen again.)

Cheers to everyone writing this November. Good luck. You can do it.

And, to all of you who won’t do NaNo because you “haven’t had time to think of an idea and plan,” consider me and then reconsider NaNo. If I can sit and ramble about nothing and still manage to keep your attention until the end of this post, surely you can write a little, teeny 50,000-word novel in 30 days.

Embrace the chaos.

Until Next,


P.S. This is tots my 300th post here. I can’t believe I’ve posted 300 things. I also can’t believe I just said ‘tots’.

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NaNoWriMo Countdown: 5 – Why NaNo?

I shouldn’t be writing this post.

What I should be doing is reading my history texts, perusing my essay sources, formulating theses, writing those weekly summaries, reading that book for the review, and so on.


By this time next week, I’ll be saying much the same. Except, I’ll begin with:

“I shouldn’t be writing this novel.”

The reason, dear friends, is that next week I’ll be immersed in National Novel Writing Month (and hopefully you will, too).

People often question why I put myself through the intensity and deadlines that make NaNoWriMo seem so daunting. I could argue about the creative merits of such seat-of-your-pants writing. I could mention the encouragement from fellow writers, across the world. I bring up the atmosphere and energy that NaNoWriMo fills you with. It’s a response to a challenge. It’s a test to my fortitude as a writer. I could argue it is for bragging rights.

In reality, I could – and I have – argue any number of things to make people understand why I do NaNo , or perhaps even to justify why I do it. But I don’t expect you to truly understand unless you’ve taken part in the craziness that November brings writers every year. And, really, I don’t need to. NaNoWriMo is MY time. Believe it or not, it’s a relaxation. It forces me to forget about life for an hour or two every day and just write.

It is also proof that a person really can survive on coffee and chocolate and that, no, I don’t need eight hours of sleep to function normally.

I used to try to explain NaNo and offer up very thoughtful, in-depth, even philosophical answers to the question this post poses.

Nowadays, though, when asked why I do NaNoWriMo, I answer with the single, most-important factor in consideration. I answer without trying to sound like a snobbish writer. I answer without trying to explain my lifelong romance with writing and to explain the intricacies of how NaNo is a creative release, an amazing environment, etc.

I don’tย do NaNo because other writers do it.

I don’t do NaNo to brag about it after.

I don’t do NaNo to connect with like-minded individuals around the world.

No, these things, and so many others, are byproducts of doing NaNoWriMo.

The real and most important reason – and probably the only valid one – why I do NaNoWriMo is because it is incredibly fun.


Thanks for reading!

Till Next,


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How Not To Get Those Pearly Whites

When I was a kid I hated brushing my teeth.

Like the rest of us, I’d been educated by my parents (and even in school) the benefits of brushing your teeth, how to brush your teeth and so on and so forth. I even knew that brushing could keep your smile looking like this:


It didn’t matter, though, how nice my smile could turn out to be. It didn’t matter how fresh my breath would smell. It didn’t even matter how healthy my mouth would be. You just couldn’t rationalize it with me. Those three minutes of brushing, God forbid twice a day, were just too much for me to handle.

I hated it.

Now, let me preface this next bit by saying kids do funny and strange things. Let’s leave judgements at the top of the post.


Was it this damned toothbrush? Which was almost always blue – unless it was Superman, in which case it would still be blue.

Nah. It couldn’t be. I didn’t hate the brush. It didn’t choose to have the job that it did. And I was certainly too young to consider who invented the toothbrush andย why I might hate them.

No. Perhaps it was this thing:


Yes, the dreaded egg timer that mom made us use to ensure that we were brushing for three minutes. My brother cheated by flipping the timer before he even grabbed his toothbrush. My other brother cheated by flipping the timer for about thirty seconds and then flipping it back for another thirty seconds. But me? My plan to avoid the tooth brush was ingenious.

(This is where my sanity and ability to reason properly comes into question.)

I hated brushing my teeth so much that I would, honest-to-God, flip the timer and just stand in the bathroom until it ran out of sand.

There. Three minutes. I must’ve brushed because what else would I do for three minutes?

Mom got smart. Noticed the toothbrush wasn’t wet.

That’s alright. I got smarter.

Yeah, I wet that sucker and flipped the timer. And stood there for three minutes. Three minutes passed and I must’ve brushed. What else would I do in there for three minutes. Not to mention the wet toothbrush.

Not once did it ever occur to me that if I had to sit in the bathroom for three minutes to cover up the fact that I wasn’t brushing, I could’ve just brushed and got it over with.

I remember once or twice, though, when I decided to have some fun while sitting there for three minutes not brushing.

By fun, I mean rubbing toothpaste all over my face and using my brush as a razor. Yeah…..


Remember when I said kids do strange things and there are no judgements here? I mean it.

What possessed me to do this, I’ll never know. Well, actually, that’s a lie. I did it because I hated brushing. And when kids, and immature adults, hate doing something as much as I hated brushing my teeth, they will do anything and everything they can to avoid doing it.

Now, I really don’t know how long it lasted. It wasn’t long. Mom and Dad were too smart.

Damn parents.

And like all parents, they took a perverse pleasure in making their children do what they hated.

That has to be the reason I was yelled at until I brushed, doesn’t it? I mean, what parent is actually concerned about the health of their children.

Okay, before I piss off any parents out there, I should go.

I’m not sure if this is as funny for you as it is for me, but I laughed. If you didn’t, go read some other blog.


Till Next,


P.S. For any of you grossed out by the idea of me not brushing my teeth (I don’t see why you would be – you can’t smell my breath or see my teeth where you are) or those worried about my personal hygiene, you should know that they are in fine condition as of now. I mean, people are always giving me mints and gum, but that’s just because they’re nice, right?

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Hey, Shaun, Let’s Start A Blog!

Check out my new blog with my best friend! ๐Ÿ˜€

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