Feeling a fraud…


I've been talking with my galpals about this creeping sense of fear we all experienced at one point or another. It's that feeling that you are merely playacting in your role, that sooner or later you are going to be caught out and proven to be completely inadequate. The funny thing is that it happens…

Confessions of a former scientist…


I'm almost ashamed to admit this, given the atmosphere here in Canada of late. I was raised...sniff...wait a moment...in a scientific family. Yes, my parents foolishly expected me to wonder about the causes of things, to enquire and explore. My mother, though a lawyer, fell under my father's spell. She'd make me argue, using facts…

The smell of fear….


Yes! Another smashingly wonderful German word to write about, this time from an unlikely source, our local rag, The Halifax Chronicle Herald. (Others may call it the Chronically Horrid but I have an odd fondness for its clever mismanagement of staff, its lack of interest in world politics, its endless car ads from the car…

Panicking and all that


This weekend I'm off to an excellent mystery writer's conference - Bloody Words XII in Toronto, ON. It's one of those GOOD conferences, with a short story contest, the opportunity to have your MS evaluated by an author, a chance to take said story to pitch to an agent, plus lots of sessions on how…

Messages of fear


I've been watching the growth and development of my daughter from afar, of necessity because she still avoids me for some unknown reason. At one point, when we were still talking, she told me that "all my messages were ones of fear".  This always struck me as unfair. I have always walked openly into the…