A.M. Offenwanger's Blog, page 24
October 31, 2018
Fairy Tale Food: Pumpkins, and The Legend of Rose Petal
[image error]It’s that time of year again, when countless innocent pumpkins, their one night of jack-o-lantern glory past and gone, are unceremoniously dumped into the compost bin. Ah, the melancholy…
I can’t help but be reminded of the pumpkin shards littering the road as Cinderella limps home, one glass slipper still left on her foot, supremely indifferent to her dress that hangs in rags on her or the rain that streams down her head, as she is still lost in happy memories of the ball and the prince. In...
October 29, 2018
This and That and Bears
Mornin’, all. Steve’s been reminding me that it’s been a while since you all had an update on how he’s doing, so I figured I’d better humour him.
His big news is that he just had a labelectomy. What’s that, you ask? Oh, it’s this thing that happens in Stuffed-Animal-Land, when you have your manufacturer’s labels cut off your rear end. Steve didn’t mind them so much, but they did make him self-conscious about his back view:
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So we finally took the plunge and gave him the snip. He’s hanging in...
October 24, 2018
October 22, 2018
Sometimes, I Get Angry, or: Writing a Letter to My MLA
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I’m angry right now. Angry that as of next week, the only way in and out of the valley in which I live will be by private vehicle or by airplane. That’s right – no more public transportation. No more Greyhound Bus. The bus company is shutting down in all of Western Canada – BC, Alberta, Saskatchewan and Manitoba – because it is no longer “sustainable”.
Half the country will be without publicly accessible means of overland travel between smaller communities. I was going to put the word “affor...
October 17, 2018
October 11, 2018
October 3, 2018
#WordlessWednesday: Untitled
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September 21, 2018
#FridayFragment: 21.09.2018
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Words. Words, words, words.
Hamlet and everything.
They just wouldn’t come today, those words. Not the right ones, anyway.
Oh, there were words alright – lots of words. Jumbling together in her head; crashing together like bumper cars at the fair; bubbling up like a screen saver and then floating around, changing colour, gently tapping against each other, jiggling around, vanishing with a swipe of the mouse.
But not the right ones, not the words she needed.
September 20, 2018
SEVENTH SON by Author A. M. Offenwanger
I just found this lovely review of SEVENTH SON! It’s so great when you find a reader likes your story and characters as much as you do yourself.
A. M. Offenwanger has written a magical fantasy that is a delight to read. I know when a book is really good and that is when I can remember with clarity the characters and the story weeks later. This tells me that the characters were memorable, likable, and the story interesting. Offenwanger’s writing is memorable, delightf...
