Author: harmamae
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Thank You, Random Stranger
Or, The Adventures of My Little Red Car I don’t think too many people have heard this story yet, since I was pretty shell-shocked after it happened. Car, Meet Ditch So, I’m on my way to a potluck after church, and the roads are not too great but I’m going under the speed limit (probably…
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Your Name in Print
When I was younger (and more naïve about the difficulties in getting published), I wondered why anyone would write for something that didn’t pay you for your writing. What was the point of writing for free? Of course, I didn’t even dream of the rise of blogging, where thousands of people write everyday for no…
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Typing Vs. Hand-Writing
By the way, I’ve noticed some new visitors here at Stories and Stuff! I’d just like to say “Welcome,” and if you leave a comment I’ll be sure to check out your blog, if you want. Apparently some writer can just plunk themselves in front of a computer and start writing their masterpiece. I’ve always…
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After-effects of a Snowstorm
Walking down the back alley to school, it’s obvious we’re dealing with the after-effects of three feet of snow falling in three days. Snow banks are higher than our picnic table. Windrows are up to my waist. The sound of snow shovels scraping sidewalks is all around me. Some neighbours have shovelled their driveway snow…
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Stupid Decisions and This Past Year
Precisely one year ago, I didn’t know what I was doing with my life. Shoot, I still don’t know what I’m doing, but now I’m a lot more comfortable with the fact. Last year I entered my last year of my nursing program, knowing full well that doing nursing for a career made me miserable.…
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A New Year Approaches…
Hey all! Just a little post to say Happy New Years, and Hope it’s a Good One! My New Year’s “resolution” includes me writing more and posting more often, so stay tuned for that. 🙂 My goal is to attempt to have something new up every week.
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Can’t Fry a Hurricane
Check out my lastest venture at http://www.edmontonstories.ca/story/cant-fry-a-hurricane (please vote for me!) “I wasn’t really an Oilers’ fan this year. It was my grade twelve year—my most important year of school—much more important than hockey. I heard any news about the team second-hand, from the boys discussing stats by their lockers down the hall…”
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