Well, ye olde treade-mille has now been repaired and running smoothly again for almost two months. I am SO enjoying being back on it every day while I work. My virtual trip across Canada proceeds apace, and I haven’t done an update for a while, so here goes…

A bit of counting on fingers and toes, adding in head and finally succumbing to the calculator brings me, as of April 30, 2012, to 2607 km walked. I started with this whole treadhead thing on March 18, 2010, so that’s about 1300 odd km each year.

[With numbers like that, I should be a LOT thinner than I am. Hmmm….]

Still, I’m pretty happy about this. Have now entered my fifth province of this gigantic virtual country, AND I’m not spending my entire writing day sitting down. 

Bonus!

If you’d like to read about the adventures of a few other treadhead writers I know, you can check out the blogs of Arthur Slade, Helene Boudreau and Marsha Skrypuch. Or you can slap a little desk on your own stationary exercise machine of choice and join us! [My friend, writer Kathy Chung is an elliptical-riding writer!] Know any other treadhead writers…or are you one yourself? Share in the comments!

 

More soon…

 

~kc

Holy crow — can’t believe we are at the twentieth episode already!

I have under 10 minutes to get this posted before midnight. Will I make it? We shall see…

This story is about a flight into the strangest of nightmares — the very first taste of nETHERWORLD.

Enjoy!

 

 

More soon…

 

~kc

Tonight’s story is inspired by a piece written by Hannah Nordhaus that I read on boingboing earlier this month. You can find it here:

http://boingboing.net/2012/05/07/the-honeybees-are-still-dying.html

Really worth reading.

I do hope you enjoy my particular take on it, though the subject matter is sad.

Perhaps someone listening will be inspired to help solve the problem…?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

More soon…

 

~kc

kc @siwc, photo by Ursula MaxwellYou know, this has been a pretty productive year for me on the writing front. It’s turned out to have a fairly short-storied focus, but the words have definitely been coming. I’ve written [and podcasted] eighteen stories –or excerpts — so far this year, and this looks to continue. On May 1st, however, an idea came to me in the shower while I was washing my hair, and later that week I happened to mention it to my friend and often-writing-companion Kathy Chung.

It made her laugh.

This, of course, was encouragement enough for me to start the project in earnest. As a result, I have a HUGE list of writing projects on the go this month, including writing a mammoth grant proposal for SiWC 2012. I have thereby declared this kcnowrimo*, in spite of the fact that the ‘no’ element is just one small item on the list.

Will report in at the end of the month with results.

Those who follow me on twitter know that I’ve been indulging in daily #morningwrites [rarely, of course, in the mornings], so now you know what the whole #kcnowrimo hash tag is all about, too.

Wish me luck — or better still, join me!

 

More soon…

 

~kc

 

 

*blatant rip-off/warm homage [your pick] of NaNoWriMo — National Novel Writing Month, a collective orgy of penmanship held every November.

In which we find a special sanctuary designed for women by Nora; a Walden-esque spot that may well prove to be too good to be true…*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

More soon…

 

~kc

 

*A combination of sleep deprivation and technical difficulties prevented this post from going up Friday night. I think I’ve got things sorted out now, so hopefully it’ll run as normal and this won’t happen again….

 

This is a kid-style story, inspired by a tale of the finding of ancient flutes in a grove of trees, as told to Sheryl MacKay on CBCs North by Northwest program last weekend. I loved the idea of music secretly hidden in the trees, and this story is the result.

Not that it really answers any questions…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hope you enjoy the story. Let me know what you think!

 

 

 

 

More soon…

 

 

 

~kc

Happy Friday night!

Delighted it’s week’s end at last. It’s been a busy one for me. Loads of presentations, tons of cool new people, lots of stories told.

This is part three of The Archer, one of the stories of the Young Knight. It’s been a few weeks since I put up the beginnings of this story, so thank you for your patience in waiting for this installment. If you’ve forgotten the story of Hamish and Ally as it has unfolded so far, I heartily recommend you go back and listen to parts one and two before tonight’s episode.

Regardless — I do hope you enjoy. I’m having fun seeing what my young superhero and his sister-scribe get up to!

 

 

 

 

 

More soon…

 

~kc

This one comes highly recommended by the most lovely and articulate Ev Bishop. If you are a 14-19 year old writer, why not give it a try? [No fee required!]

Deets here: http://www.oneteenstory.com/index.php?page=contest

 

More soon…

 

 

~kc

 

This is the concluding episode of THE RIVER, in which Lito continues his baffling conversation with Bartok, meets a pair of brawling businessmen and learns something of himself.

This story was inspired by another, real-life story, told to me by a friend, about a family member who was lost forever.

It had me thinking about what it means to be missing, where we go when we are truly lost…and if there is any way back.

I hope you enjoy it.

 

 

 

More soon…

 

~kc

Just returned from a quick visit to Ontario, mostly to visit my daughter before life sweeps her away from me again. She is the quintessential adventure girl, and has plans to head off to a dig in the Middle East this summer before resuming her studies in the UK.

But this week was all about the Greeks, as she and her fellow Queen’s University Classics students presented Thesmophoriasuzae, a play written by Aristophanes. The play centres around the ladies who meet to worship Demeter, and to complain about their treatment at the hands of Euripides, whom they feel fills his written work with negative stereotypes and lies about them.

While they plot his revenge, he seeks the aid of a kinsman to infiltrate the ranks of the women and see what nefarious plans they are hatching. The play is funny and naughty and filled with boys playing girls playing boys and clear evidence that the concept of farce in the theatre is of long-standing tradition. I had great fun taking shots of this marvellous production — you can see most of ’em here on my flickr page: http://www.flickr.com/photos/8390944@N02/sets/72157629778024649/ [Bear in mind that there are a few — uh– comedically visible, unrealistically-sized bits of anatomy, so NSFOTW*, okay?]

 

 

 

The kids did everything, from raising funds to produce the play with bake sales to designing and building their own sets, costumes and the magnificent masks that just made the whole event. A labour of love for all involved. Massive fun, and a most excellent last day of classes for one undergrad I know.

 

Enjoy the pictures!

 

 

More soon…

 

~kc