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Content Warning: This post discusses dementia, end-of-life choices, and MAID.

Robert Munsch’s recent decision has opened a public conversation I’ve been having in private for years. His courage to speak about autonomy at the end of life struck me deeply, because it echoes what I’ve witnessed up close.

In Chapter 24 of All These Beautiful Things, I wrote about two very different experiences. Years ago, I watched someone I loved choose MAID during a cancer battle. Seeing that changed everything I...

Heartbroken today hearing about Charlie Kirk’s death.

Someone very close to me was a personal friend of his, and watching him grieve this loss is devastating. When the people you love hurt, you hurt too.

What’s equally heartbreaking is seeing people online celebrating this. A father of two was murdered, and some are cheering. That level of hatred is something I can’t understand.

I’ve been writing about my journey from trauma-induced silence to finding my voice - how I spent decades afraid to...

I am living a double life. There. I said it.

Maybe triple, or quadruple but honestly, who’s counting at this point? The thing is, I’m not ashamed of it anymore. In fact, I think we all do this, whether we admit it or not. Social media has just made us all more aware of how much we curate different versions of ourselves for different audiences. But I’ve learned something. Compartmentalization isn’t deception. It’s survival, and sometimes, it’s freedom.

I didn’t start out planning to live this...

It took almost two years of soul searching, counseling, questioning new behaviors, and deep introspection (and no, introspection isn’t the same as soul searching, though I used to think it was) to arrive at a conclusion that changed everything I thought I knew about loss.

When my dad died, I lost more than a parent. I lost my buddy, my quiet hero, and the steady anchor who made me feel safe in a world that often felt unpredictable. Even as an adult, he was still showing up for me in ways that...

Let’s get something straight.

I am a published author. A very broke published author, mind you, but published nonetheless. Over the past year, I’ve spent five figures—yes, that’s five figures with a dollar sign in front—to become published.

Classes. Courses. ISBNs. Editors. Licensing. Copyrights. Copywriters. Audiobook producers. Audio engineers. Graphic designers. Cover artists. Launch events. Ads that don’t work. Ads that might work. Ads that promise to work but actually just drain your...

Plot twist: I’m not actually a fiction writer.

I thought I was. I wrote multiple novels. I created tragic characters, gave them complicated pasts, and sprinkled trauma on them like I was seasoning a roast. But then I finished my first nonfiction book and had an uncomfortable realization:

I don’t actually like making stuff up.

Every time I sat down to write fiction, I’d accidentally turn it into a therapy session. I’d be two chapters into a suspense plot, and suddenly someone’s inner child was...

Once upon a time, because of course it starts like that, I wrote a lot. As a kid, I filled notebooks like I was trying to beat some mythical word count boss battle. Every story was packed with drama, secrets, and characters who whispered to the wind for no reason other than it sounded deep. If a character cried, it was a single tear slipping down one cheek. If they laughed, it was a laugh that “didn’t reach their eyes”.

Yes. I was that girl.

Then life did what life does. Curveballs. Loss....

Earlier this year, I took a masterclass with Harlan Coben – yes, that Harlan Coben. Along with a couple of writer friends, I spent time absorbing wisdom from a master of suspense himself. This experience has profoundly shaped my approach to my biggest and most daring novel yet, scheduled for release next year.

As a pantser – a writer who discovers the story while writing rather than plotting extensively beforehand – writing without an extensive outline comes naturally. The story unfolds...

I found it again a few weeks ago – words scrawled in black magic marker on the back of this old comp card from 1992. The kind of marker we used to sniff, chasing cheap highs to escape cheaper realities. The words hit harder than any chemical ever could:

"Fat girls don't model. That's what they say.

Seventeen. Size 16. Or 20 if the agency didn't care. Depends on the wardrobe.

The makeup artist's hands shake when he contours my face. Like fat might be contagious. So "boooooteeefull" says the...

You know those Mondays that don't just Monday – they MONDAY? The ones that swagger in like they've been planning your demise all weekend? Yeah, today's one of those.

Picture this: It's bright and early, that first sip of coffee hasn't even hit your bloodstream, and there it is – that email. The one about your manuscript's formatting being wonky, because of course it is. And not just any manuscript – we're talking about your December release, the one currently making rounds through review...

If you're in the creative industry—or follow it closely—you’ve probably heard about the ongoing mess known as "Audiblegate." If not, here’s the short version: Audible, the audiobook giant owned by Amazon, has been engaging in shady practices that leave authors with abysmal royalty rates, even worse than what we were already dealing with in the book world. Colleen Cross’s insightful piece breaks down how Audible profits at the expense of authors, and honestly, it’s frustrating to the core. I...

In case you haven’t heard, Fault Lines is out today.

For those who know me, you're probably aware that I've been through some stuff in life. Weirdly enough, getting this book out there ranks right up there with some of the toughest things I've done. Go figure.

Anyway, this is just a quick appreciation post for all of you who've posted on your walls about the book yesterday and today, and even before. I see you, and it means a lot. Seriously.

And to everyone who's had my back through this whole...

Toasting to "Fault Lines" tonight.

Not a bad way to celebrate Beth’s first full length novel.

Grab a Paper back or Kindle copy at Amazon tomorrow (Audible soon!).

https://www.amazon.ca/Fault-Lines-Beth-Curry-ebook/dp/B0D9DQ353L

Check out those perfect hi-hats!

Cake: Simply Sweet Cupcakes by Amanda
Drinks: Megalomaniac Wines, Top Shelf Distillers

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Today, I had a coffee visit with a friend I hadn’t seen in a long while. You know the kind of meet-up where you think you’re going to dive into life updates and all the things you’ve missed since you last saw each other? Well, we barely got to any of that because he was way more interested in talking about my writing. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the interest, but man, he had so many questions. Some of my answers seemed to stump him a bit, and honestly, even made me stop and think.

He...

When I saw this tree today, I had to take a picture…

Look at that old thing, standing there like it's seen it all. Its trunk is twisted and gnarled, telling stories of every storm it's weathered. Kind of reminds me of how we humans get a bit battered by life, but keep on growing anyway.

You can almost picture those roots, digging deep and holding on when the winds try to knock it over. That's a lot like how we lean on our friends and family when times get tough, right? They keep us grounded...

There's a pretty wild story behind my books, "Autopsy of the Mind and Dissection of the Soul." Most of those out-there short stories? They all started with little seeds from my mom.

Back in 2023, our visits took on this surreal quality. Mom's dementia had started blurring the lines between reality and imagination, and she'd drop these incredible little tidbits or outlandish ideas. Sometimes she'd swear these snippets actually happened, other times she'd say they were dreams. Honestly, I don't...

Today marks one year since my sweet daddy passed away. While official records show tomorrow as the date, I know in my heart that he left us on the morning of September 13th. I went on my own forensically driven mission when what the OPP was telling me wasn’t adding up. They didn’t really have any reason to investigate officially, so I did.

As I sit here, reflecting on the tumultuous year that has passed, I'm struck by how much has changed and how the process of writing has become my unexpected...

I hadn't written in decades. Life and other work got in the way, and somewhere along the line, I convinced myself I had nothing worth saying anyway. The pen stayed down, and that was that.

Then my dad died.

Grief does weird things to a person. For me, it made words start bubbling up again. Not great words, mind you. Just a torrent of thoughts and feelings I needed to get out of my head and onto paper. So I started writing again, after all those years.

Dad wasn't some literary genius but he was...

After a tense week of parting ways with my previous producer due to missed deadlines, communication issues, and policy violations, I'm very happy to announce that a new offer has been accepted! While this means a slight delay in the audiobook release, I assure you it will be worth the wait.

I'm excited to officially introduce Chad Fox of Ghost Eye Studios, LLC as the new voice of Fault Lines! Looking forward to putting the past behind us and delivering an exceptional audiobook experience.

Thank...

Today marks a significant milestone in my writing journey - the quiet launch of my first two published books, now available on Amazon in both print and Kindle formats, including Kindle Unlimited. This launch, intentionally low-key, reflects the deeply personal nature of these works and sets the stage for more prominent releases in the future.

These initial books emerged from a profound period of grief in my life. As I recently shared on my blog:

"A year ago, overwhelmed by grief, I returned to...