You wake up. It’s five o’clock. You make coffee and go about your day. Time passes and you look at the clock again. It’s still five o’clock.
Author: trevor
006 – Writing When Writing is your Day Job
Steph and Trevor both write for their jobs, in different ways. Steph administers a test on Bishop.
005 – Writer’s Block
Bishop gets some upgrades. Stephanie and Trevor tackle their differering experiences with writer’s block.
004 – Preptober
Steph and Trevor reflect on past NaNoWriMo wins and losses and how best to set yourself up for success for NaNo 2023.
The Waning Days of August
In the waning days of August, summer vacation draws to a close. A child discovers something buried in the sand at the bottom of the lake.
003 – First Words
How do you open a scene? How do you start a short story? How do you write the first chapter of a novel? And what, pray tell, is a podcasting robot?
002 – Getting to Know You
Episodes RSS In our debut episode, join friends, collaborators, and co-conspirators Stephanie and Trevor as they invite you to get to know the hosts, the work, the genres, and the podcast. Meet Steph, the oddball self-published crazy cat lady horror author, who is three anthologies in and shows no sign of slowing. Learn about how family informs her short story collections, how true events inspired one of her most ick-inducing horror shorts, and how she coordinates her outfits for her tattoo appointments. Meet Trevor, instructional designer and dad of three,…
001 – Trailer
Welcome to Writing and Robots, a new podcast from stephanieanneauthor.ca and Love Make Share! Visit us online at writingandrobots.com for episodes, show notes, links, writing prompts, and more.
The Velveteen Rabbit
Tonight, C’s bedtime story was The Velveteen Rabbit. Fresh from a bath and rosy-cheeked, she curled up under the covers and held her own stuffed bunny close under her chin, her eyes gleaming in the low light. Serene and soft and warm in that way that only tired toddlers get. I have always loved The Velveteen Rabbit. And the obvious parallelism of the moment wasn’t lost on me – my baby in bed with her soft rabbit held close, and the boy in the story with his deep love for…
Impressions in the Snow
There have been several big snowfalls in a row this winter. I came home from a rare Sunday spent at the office and could barely get the car into the driveway. I didn’t want to shovel. The teens were occupied, hanging out with their cousins; my wife wanted to nap. I wanted to spend some overdue quality time with the toddler. But I needed to clear the driveway so we could park two cars in it. Could I get two birds with one stone, maybe? “Come help me shovel,” I…
“As butter over too much bread”
Sometimes a writer just gets it right. Tolkein’s “butter, scraped over too much bread” is a masterclass in understated imagery. I get you, Bilbo. I’m feeling thin, too. Stretched. I said so to my wife tonight. I tapped the fingertips of each hand together and pulled them apart, slowly. The gesture illustrated stretched clearly, but it wasn’t right. It was intentional, gentle, taffy-making. This stretched is more haphazard, not linear; a wearing, tearing friction, the result of too much too frequently without realizing how thin things had already gotten. There’s…
Confessions of a Reformed Participant Observer
The sweet selfishness of living life, not farming #content and inspiration It has been a long time since I’ve written anything for Love Make Share, and that started out as an accident. I had all this content planned, a schedule, and then things slipped. Work got busy, our baby got a little older and needed more intensive attention, and new diagnoses in the family meant a nonstop carousel of appointments, research, and work. (We’re all fine and figuring things out.) I made a couple of videos, I posted a handful…