New Podcast & New Writing Adventure!

Holy Salvatores and Saltzman, moon readers! This has been an insanely busy couple of weeks for me!

Popping in quick to give you a li’l taste  of what I’ve been up to.

First off, a brand new Televixen.com TVD (“The Vampire Diaries”) podcast is HEEEERE!!


This round I was invited in to join Vee (Vampire-Diaries.net), Connie (Blast Magazine), Lucia (HeroineTV) and Melissa (TheTelevixen.com) for a TVD Season 1 Retrospective chat and we had a crazy blast doing this one!

As a extra special treat for all our listeners, some TVD fans and bloggers joined in on the mayhem with emails and audio clips of their favourite Season One moments.

You can listen to this podcast, Chemistry With  A Doorknob (it’ll make sense, truuust me 😉 ) HERE.

Speaking of TheTelevixen.com, leads me nicely into my second bit of cool news.

I have recently joined the ranks of Melissa’s illustrious writing crew and am looking forward to musing in my’ moon’ way over there from time to time talking TV this season.

Check out my first article HERE

That’s all the news I have time to post today.Tonight the epic premiere of Season Two of “The Vampire Diaries“awaits.

After my mind is blown, should I recover cognitive function well enough to coherently type tomorrow, I’m almost certain you’ll be hearing ALL about it 😉


The Island

I felt it in my gut the moment after I took the assignment on Revel Island that I was going to regret it.  When the rusted trawler hired to transport me to the infamous rock pulled up to the ramshackle excuse for a dock and I got my first glimpse of the godforsaken place, I was sure of it. The landing was completely deserted except for a gaggle of screeching gulls fighting over the stinking remnants of what appeared to have once been a seal, now rotting on the beach below us. The pungent odour stung my nostrils and I choked back the urge to vomit. The boat’s greasy captain grunted in amusement and disappeared below deck. Left on my own to explore, I flipped the strap of my camera over my head and hopped down onto the platform. Its decaying boards cracked a warning beneath my weight but I stayed put to survey my destination. A heavy mist from the previous night’s rain hung low over the landscape, the tip of a rogue spruce or outcrop randomly breeching its surface. The air was still damp but instinct told me it was not the weather that chilled my bones. (more…)