Hi! So we were having a discussion the other day on what a fine line there is between hoarding and collecting. The real question asked, here, was, am I a rabid hoarder or a dedicated collector? It may or may not have arisen while I traipsed (happily I might add)...

INCANDESCENTLY EXCERPT : Boys, welcome to Les Laurentides! Dear Reader, Can you hear me snickering from where you're at? I'm so cruel to my characters. 😉   LIAM “Man, I thought you were playing drama queen in your emails but—” Zac begins. “It’s cold as fuck,” I...

APPREHENSION EXCERPT, or how to freak P.O. 101 (Read his POV on it and what led to this scene in Exposure on November 22, 2017. Or, you could click on the Wish You Were Somewhere Else post, underneath this one and get an early glimpse. Enjoy!) ZAC Sunday afternoon...

EXPOSURE EXCERPT, or a small peek into P.O.'s head while the scene in the post C'EST LA VIE above is taking place in APPREHENSION. Enjoy! 😉 P.O. Leo keeps pace with me as I round the house at a fast clip, headed for the woodshed and the parked Volvo fleet. He spreads...

MEET THE GUYS OF THE INCANDESCENT SERIES (Formerly known as the GGS crew, aka the Goddamned Geek Squad, or, depending who you ask, synonymous of Geek God Status.) Well, by now, some seventeen years later, you know all six met at a Swiss boarding school at the tender...

One of the real places behind the 'scene', or an EXPOSURE TEASER... AURÈLE “On to the village,” I say, rinsing my cup and wiping my hands dry with the tea towel. Twirling on my toes all the way to the living room, I accidentally knock over the pile of books sitting by...

A wish upon a . . . tree, or an APPREHENSION EXCERPT ZAC She flicks a tiny pine cone onto my dark-blue tee. “Come on, you’re invited to a tea party just across the Secret Garden of Dreams,” she says with a secretive smile. She tugs on my hand as she cuts directly...

APPREHENSION EXCERPT, or an invitation to a tea party in my backyard. See you... 😉 ZAC “Where the hell are you going?” I mean, there’s off the beaten track and off the track altogether. “On an adventure, just like when I was little, come on. Those firs are the...

Liam & Éolie's Playlist (or what they listened to at one point or other in their story 😉) Enjoy! Françoise Hardy, Le Premier Bonheur du Jour, 1963 The inspiration behind Éolie saying to Liam : c’est mon premier bonheur du jour, on page 183. Chapter 41, pages...

Reason No. 8 – it’s sweet and heartwarming and makes you feel good.   Éolie... My heart takes a tumble just at the fleeting thought of her. My one and only bright light in a messed-up childhood. Long lost love, a strange recurring theme of mine I've been grappling...

I grew up in a big city, Montréal, and lived over there for many decades (don't ask how many, I may tell you and shock myself senseless in the process). Moving up North a few years back, this is one of the first things I had to get used to. No circulation lights and...

Les Savonnières, one of the quaint little shops lining la rue de l’Église, the village main street, over which Liam reflects, and I quote: « The village is surprisingly not a sleepy little town, thanks to a very large community of artists. Out of every corner,...

The general store where Éolie looks for inspiration, and finds a creative way to break it gently to Liam... And if you ever pass through my village, you absolutely have to try Le Bilboquet artisanal ice cream sold there. It is out of this world good, and sinfully...

The last of the snow came on May the eighteenth this year, and melted away soon afterwards, our annual week of spring close behind. Budding leaves unfurled overnight, and like a miracle waiting to happen, we made it on time. Summer is here for us too! Time is of the...

Nope. We woke up this morning to more than a foot of brand new snow, the storm still going strong. A typical April day up here. Long winters come with a tall list of privileges, aside from shoveling our way out daily. No, seriously.   There's cuddling deep under the...

Rock engravings, one of the many local art forms, emerge anew from the snowdrifts. The sun is brighter, and so is the snow. The air grows pungent with the smell of the evergreens. A zillion birds sing, and if you tilt your head up, you can actually feel the warmth of...

Was it just a couple of weeks ago that I mentioned we were missing four feet of snow by now up here, due to our El Nino Winter? Well, there's some kind of powerful juju circulating through my innocent looking little Chronicles as ever since that post? We...

Bonjour! We have a little something pretty cool down in the village where I live (well, more than one little something but that’s a story for another day). We have a public 'book sharing' locker on la rue de l’Église, the Village main street. The rules are pretty...