Sylvia McNicoll

A snail galloping through Bronte Creek The other night at writers’ group, I read a new scene from a story with the working title What the Dog Taught Me This will make the fourth rewrite for this book and I should have it perfect by now. In this scene a dog galloped….

Lately I’ve been attending many birthday celebrations, lovely events, unique in that they are celebrating the birthday of a book.  Today on the celebration of my own birth, I attended Gillian Chan’s launch of A Call to Battle, Scholastic Canada.  If you…

Captain Underpants fights bad educators everywhere. What I learned from Goodreads is that it’s okay to read YA literature when you’re not…well… a YA yourself. I can tell by the people who select my own novel Crush. Candy. Corpse as a “to…

Most people’s eyes glaze over when you start talking about copyright but not these 24 people. From Thursday till Saturday, they devoted themselves to solving the issues behind the survival of our culture, namely the protection of intellectual property. Currently…

While walking my Jackapoo Mortie, the other day, I wore my Dog Guide shirt, something I picked up as a souvenir when I was visiting an open house day as research for one of the Beauty books, Bringing Up Beauty, A Different Kind of Beauty, Beauty Returns.  My dog met a…

In between books can be a dismal state for a writer.  You know you have to rewrite soon and are just waiting for the critiques to roll in.  When these do come, you dive down into a further slump of inadequacy until you get excited by the changes that improve the story…