Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle
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Vocal Top Story 13 times + Awesome Story 2X. Author of Award Winning Novel Small Tales and Visits to Heaven XI Edition + books of poems, etc. Also in lit journal, anthology, magazine + award winning entries.
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2024 New Year's Predictions
Hello out there in the world of relativity where by gones can be bygones and some can go bye and be gone! I wish I could say that there would be forgiveness, awareness and great strides in peace this new year but as society, we are not there yet. Small strides at the same time make big efforts and we as human beings are capable of bigger strides.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Humans
Try Writing Something New
I was browsing Amazon for what sells best in Indie books with no particular genre in mind. Research says that Spiritual and Fiction genres are still popular (the genres I write in so yay). Horror always is and so is Romance, some books combine the two which was new to me.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Writers
No Dilemma
I am the only woman in the world who hates to be fixed up on a date? Does it just seem wrong to you? Is it necessary? Heading into 2024 I can't believe that I am writing this yet here I am well into middle aged (yepper) and re-stating the obvious.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Humans
Empathy With A Vowel. Top Story - November 2023.
The bards of old had it right. Once upon a time there was no names for musical things, no strikes of chord, drumbeats or unified efforts, an array of meaning that doesn't exist in genres. The point was to resonate with an earthly wonder, a far reach to the atmosphere for words to bring forward a sound that matched the clouds. Or any living force that moved nature. Spread your wings, fly a bit was to empathize with a vowel and howl louder than any animal. To make vocal chords disappear and blend as sound in an arrangement known as music. There was only one purpose – to express yourself. To lift your head and send them to chaos, to roll them to the ground, or to lift their spirits to the air. Or just have people forget their troubles for a while. To find your voice is all that matters. So, once upon a time whether it was a bard of old, a thing with wings or ancient wisdom leaving it's stamp on time, an orb was left behind. One to bring wonder to song. Forget is my middle name.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Humans
