The Haunting of British Columbia. Nature Beings, Ghosts, and Ancestor Spirits. The Earth is Sacred.
Join Ian Gibbs and me for the Victoria is Haunted event on October 26th at Russell Books in Victoria. Doors will be open at 7 pm. Ian and I will be reading ghost stories, meeting readers, and signing books. As the poster above says, we’ll also be sharing “some of the Island’s creepiest tales.” That’s a fact.
Hope to see you all there!
For years, people have been telling me that Vancouver Island is Haunted. I tend to agree with them. That’s why I’ll be reading from The Haunting of Vancouver Island at the Main Street Gallery (located at Tofino Sea Kayaking) on Thursday, July 19th at 7pm. This event is open to everyone, whether you’re a local Tofitian or some restless spirit just passing through. Continue reading “July 19th Reading at Main Street Gallery in Tofino”
Chesterman Beach is a beautiful close-to-Tofino location everyone likes to surf and visit… While I was researching The Haunting of Vancouver Island I was told by a local woman she believed the beach was haunted. I included her comments in the chapter on Keeha Beach. Surprisingly, I recently read about a Spanish massacre on Chesterman Beach by the Tlaoquiaht and some other Nuu-chah-nulth allies. (Believe me, they had it coming.) As I read the story, I realized it seemed to validate the feelings of the woman I’d interviewed. Continue reading “The Haunting of Chesterman Beach”
On May 31st I went to Victoria to photograph–and participate in–a Transmountain Pipeline protest. I overheard a reporter saying there were 700 people. At its peak, there could have been 1000. The protest was in response to the controversial purchase/bailout of the Kinder Morgan project by the Trudeau Liberal Government for $4.5 billion dollars. Continue reading “My First Transmountain Pipeline Protest”
On March 29th I was part of a Six Local Authors event at Well Read Books in Nanaimo. As I arrived I noticed, maybe for the first time, that the sign on the Terminal Highway side of the store has a classic retro look to it. Somehow, it reminded me of how I used to imagine what being a writer would be like as a kid. The little boy inside of me could suddenly see this age-old dream manifested. I had become an actual author. The sign was proof. It didn’t say “five local authors plus some other guy.” It said there were six of us. Every person driving by this sign, the younger version of myself thought, had stared up at it in wonder and awe. How could there be six authors at the same place at the same time? Were any of them famous? What kind of books did they write? What would they read? Continue reading “Five Local Authors Plus Some Other Guy”