Louise Usher

Passion filled my muse until just a few days ago. Now I can’t find it, even though I tried.   Last night I was shattered as I popped u...

You might know by now, I'm a writer.  Full time. Blessed indeed. I love it. This past weekend I was on a writers workshop wh...

Anstey Harris is the author of The Truths and Triumphs of Grace Atherton. Thankfully, I had the absolute pleasure of meeting Anstey i...

I woke with a need to get clearer.  Honestly, life can't be as tough as I am making it. This is for sure.  First things first, these nai...

Nerves? Me? I don't do nerves.  But my soul does. Last night i woke several times. I would have referred to it as excitement.  Yet I...

Time to write, to drink coffee, to dog walk . Rising early as the sun streams through the 6am window, Harley and I decided to get ...

Way before the days of wanting to become an author (hang on, when was that again as I actually can't remember the days?).  Yes that'...

Still I write from my bed.  Feeling sore.  More than sore, the pain is intense at times. Juggling taking care of mother is unpleasant. Tho...

This time of year has me feeling different.  Cosy, a little sad, excited for the future, wanting to pack in everything all at once... Thes...

Nerve pain shoots through my ear and eye socket like a bolt of lightning.  "arghhh" I mumble as Jasmine asks what's wrong. I ...

So I already lost track of what I am doing this Vlogmas so thank goodness I am not filming and editing Vlogmas for my Youtube channel.  Imag...

As promised (sorry I'm a day behind but I guess that's kind of how Vlogmas works) here are the past 3 years of me on December 2nd cr...

This  excert is from my NaJoWrimo efforts as I write each day though July.  In this very open and honest post, you see me talking about wh...