I’m having fun writing in the sci-fi genre for the first time … getting my characters into impossible and fearsome situations and then figuring out how to help them escape. Oh, what a sadist I am.

So, what else do I do, when not rubbing my hands together in malicious glee? Well, various books have kept me busy in the last decade. I was editor-in-chief of a beautiful, perfect collection of art, photography, poetry and prose for an arts and letters club (Musings), as well as for an Ontario-based anthology (Things That Matter). I co-edited another one for a writers’ group (Crazy Cove). Some of my own short stories and poems have been published in e-zines and books, and have won awards.

My published works are Rag Dolls and Rage: A Memoir, and two children’s books. I am currently putting together a satirical, absurdist poetry collection. In fact, I’ve written so many poetic pieces which I then let languish in folders that I’ve decided to free them to the world in several books over the next few years. You’ll see themes of nature, wildlife, war and peace, tragedy and victory, the cosmos and so on. Ah yes, my poems need air. I’ve been cruel. I must let them go.

Hobbies? Workouts at our local gym, long walks on nature trails, gardening, watching Brit TV, movies, reading, and organizing Poetry&Prose open mic events. In between angst at world events (oh yes, another theme for my collections will be social issues), and trying to make a difference in my corner of the planet, I’m slowly returning to meditation … something I allowed to fall away, and shouldn’t have. I cannot sit on a mountain for there are none nearby, but quiet rocks by the lake have the same effect.