I’m using last year’s picture because we all have #covid hair!

From my family to yours, we would like to wish you and your family a very Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone.

Please be covid safe so no one is missing from your gatherings in the new year!

Much love

#christmas #christmastime #happyholidays #covidchristmas

Character blog: Aaron

Hi everyone,

I think this is a great idea! I’m Aaron and I’m 12 too.

I come from a huge family. I’m the only one who is obsessed with music, though. My brothers tease me about it all the time, but they’re just jealous.

My music teachers say I’m a child prodigy, but I just eat, sleep, and live music. I often dream about it too. Yeah, I know it’s weird. My brothers tell me that all the time.

I did a project on a musician who was also a child prodigy. You might have heard of him, Mozart.

My music teacher taught me a neat trick. If I’m struggling to learn something in my geography, history, or English class, I make a song about it! It works, you should try it.

I can’t wait for you to join us on our adventures.

Disclaimer: Many of my inspiration pictures depict white characters. However, please note that Aaron is a person/elf of colour, with golden brown skin, brown eyes, and black wavy hair.

DisclaimerSome images do not have the artist’s signature on them. If you know who the artist is please let me know so that I may give them credit!

Character blog: Thomas

So yeah, Anne told me it was my turn to say something.

I’m Thomas. I’m 12. I go to a private, all boys school now that I live with my parents. I lived with my gran before. She was killed in an accident four years ago.

My dad’s a hot shot lawyer and my mom’s an engineer who’s always working. My brother is some kind of neurosurgeon or something. So yeah, he’s never around either.

Guess they weren’t planning on me interrupting their perfect lives.

I’ve won so many medals for track and field that I now help train others. It’s about time some of the others had a chance. I needed a new challenge so I also took up different martial arts.

So yeah, not sure what else to say.   Check out what the others have to say.

DisclaimerSome images do not have the artist’s signature on them. If you know who the artist is please let me know so that I may give them credit!

The 3rd image of the white dragon with the boy is by Paolo Barbieri.

Character blog: Anne

Hi everyone,

I’m Anne.

The Storykeeper thought it would be fun to share a bit about ourselves without ruining the story.

So yeah, I’m Anne and I’m 12. I live with my amazing and talented father. Oh, and Mina, my stepmother.

My favorite colour is purple. Father tells me it was my mom’s favorite colour too. He says I look just like her.

Schools okay, I don’t have many friends, okay I didn’t have friends my own age until now! Before, I always hung out with the younger kids. They liked to hear my stories and songs.

Father, teaches me the most amazing stories and songs. I can’t wait to share them with you!

Disclaimer: Some images do not have the artist’s signature on them. If you know who the artist is please let me know so that I may give them credit!

Coming soon: meet the characters

Writing blog posts took a back seat during covid, especially with the move and getting a rescue/reclaimed dog. I’m excited to announce that I’m currently querying my middle grade fantasy and can’t wait to share details with you.

While I wait to find the perfect agent for my book I thought I would start and introduce you to some of my characters.

Each week I will have a character share something about themselves with you. Don’t worry I’ll be sure they don’t share any spoilers!

Theo, helping me with #writing book 2.
My #writingbuddies watching urban deer out my office window.
Bane and Felix watching deer out the backyard.
Bane looking all handsome after being brushed!

Sharing my pitches…

Today I am venturing out of my comfort zone and will be pitching my middle grade fantasy on Twitter in hopes of catching the eye of an agent.

Here’s my first pitch! Let me know what you think.

My second #pitmad pitch for my #mg #fantasy is live!


Tomorrow is #pitmad
Whose pitching?

I would love it if you shared some love tomorrow!

#writerslife #writingcommunity #writingfantasy #amwritingfantasy #mgfiction #mg #fantasy #pitmad #mgbooks #mglit #kidlit #kidlitpicks #childrensliterature #ChildrensBooks #childrensauthor #middlegradereads #middlegradebooks

Guest blog from a Military BRAT!!

Hello there, my name is Samira, I am 17 years old and my family and I are currently posted to Ottawa Ontario. I was born in Edmonton, Alberta and have moved about 7 or 8 times in my lifetime. 

I am known as a Military BRAT. (Born, Raised And Transferred). My father retired from the military in 2017 and resides in BC.  My mother is still serving as a Master Warrant Officer, Medical Technician Trade Advisor. 

    Growing up it was easy moving around a lot. I would make lots of new friends, all while getting to see most of our beautiful country. I got to experience what it was like living in big cities, I got to live by the ocean and even faced Ontario’s harsh cold winters. 

    Although it wasn’t till I got older when I started to struggle with the postings. I was about 10 years old when we first moved to Victoria, British Columbia, from Borden, Ontario. I found it harder to leave my friends and struggled in school with the different province curriculums.

    Once we moved to Victoria, my family and I decided to live off base in a town called Sooke. My parents commute to work took an hour each way. They would leave early in the morning and come home late just so my brother and I could go to a school close by. Which resulted in my brother and I staying over at friends houses a lot after school till our parents got home. My mother was on the HMCS Calgary at the time so she was away lots. She is like my best friend, so I struggled with that a lot as well. 

While my parents were at work, after school my brother and I would always go over to our friends house down the road. They were our closest family friends. Their mother was like a second mother to us while my mother was deployed. She was always there for me and helped me feel better when I missed my mother. 

After 4 years in Sooke, we moved back to Ontario. I found the move here much harder than when we left Bodern because I was much older. I was a freshman in high school, with no friends, in a new town. 

I was so upset about moving, on top of my parents recent separation that I began to fail some of my classes. I would stay home a lot and actually ended up missing 42/93 days in one semester. I was then placed into therapy and that next semester I only missed 4/93 days that semester and am much more  focused on graduating now. 

I have been through so much being a Military BRAT but I wouldn’t change it for a thing. There have been ups and downs but it is because of those postings and experiences that made me who I am today. 

Thank you for taking time to read this 🙂

Guest Blog: Georgia Smith

Remembrance Day from a Veteran’s Perspective

Dad, besides being a postie and a “regular” pastor was also padre of the North and West Vancouver Legions. He also served as a Radio operator and lineman in WW II and was wounded near Caen. When he lived at New Horizons Community of Care, he gave this talk at their Remembrance Day Service in 2009.

“Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, let we forget – lest we forget. Today is Remembrance Day, a day of which we remember. Remember what? I suspect that the most difficult task we will have is to remember that it is Remembrance Day.

Today, if previous customs hold true, in many of the newspapers throughout the country there will be published lovely pictures of places that we have decorated and forgotten. There will be large fields of white crosses, graceful stone monuments, flowers, flags and fountains. Most of us find it rather easy to look at such things without remembering too much. Rows and rows of white crosses don’t do much but form a rather attractive geometric pattern against the green grass. It makes for pretty pictures. But for many of us, it is rather difficult for us to forget what’s under those crosses. The memory is seared too deeply into heart and mind ever to be erased. I must apologize if I find it hard to forget. If I did not stand here on this day and remember, if I did not speak a word of these who died, if I did not say the things that I am sure that they would say to you, then I would be defaulting in a sacred trust, the most sacred trust that one man can place upon another – his life.

How will we remember? The simple face is that most people won’t. For most it’s just a holiday, a day of recreation, or simply another business day. But those who do remember, how will we do it?

When I was a school boy, we used to hear it or recite it every Remembrance Day:

‘In Flander’s Fields, the poppies grow, Beneath the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, while in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders Fields.

Some people today have never heard those words, nor know what they refer to, or where Flanders Fields were. I wonder why? Could it be that the words sounds a bit silly and sentimental, even a bit ominous – ‘If ye break faith with us who die’ or is it that we would hate admitting the uselessness of that terrible sacrifice with so many wards coming one after the other – so many wars that we had to start numbering them.

What shall we say then, this remembrance day? Shall we say that the sacrifice was stupid, useless, and senseless? Shall we, with the ultimate cynicism write the whole thing off as a bad show? Shall we give each grave a consoling pat with the comforting words, ;Nice try Buddy. You gave it everything you had, Too bad it didn’t pay off.’ No! In God’s Name , no!

Winston Churchill wrote in the preface of one of his books on the war years: ‘I have called this volume ‘Triumph and Tragedy’ because, so far, the overwhelming victory of the grand alliance has failed to bring peace to an anxious world.

Yes, there is always the tragedy. We have failed so often. We have so often broken faith with those who died. Why did they die? So we could eat apple pie and boo the referee? Hogwash! I think I know why they died. They knew that liberty is not a destination, it is a journey. There was in each one of them a strong sense of mission. They sensed that their mission was not just to protect their own skins or the skins of their countrymen. They had a mission to all the enslaved people of the earth. Their fight was not just an isolated moment in history. It was part of the main stream of the human story, a mission of bringing God’s freedom to all the enslaved of the world.

What shall we say of those who died? That history has not yet vindicated their sacrifice? The fact that we have not yet brought peace to the world? The fact that we have broken faith , again and again, with our honored dead? The fact that we no longer grieve nor remember?

All of this does not alter one iota the magnificence and the selfless nobility of their sacrifice. Our Lord carried the efficacy of their sacrifice into His World: ‘Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.’

Disparage it as we will, minimize it as we will, forget it as we will, they know why they had fought. They knew why they were willing to die, and that cause will be forever victorious – truth, liberty and right!

If the tragedy of all these words and all of these dead has done nothing but finally convince the people of the earth that no one, no nation, can gain anything by war, and that we must begin in this world to talk to each other instead of shooting at each other, then all of their sacrifice has not been in vain.

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