nancyames
Profile
- Name
- nancyames
- Age
- 63
- City
- Calgary
- Country
- Canada
- Joined
- Jan 2008
I am Canadian of British extraction, from Hamilton, Ontario. I have also lived in Toronto, the Ottawa Valley, British Columbia, and now in Calgary, Alberta. I have studied anthropology at university and travelled across Canada, the U.S. and briefly to Mexico and the Caribbean. I have been writing seriously for twenty years, been an active member of writers’ groups and performed my work in public numerous times. I have written more than 100 poems, many short stories, and am presently working on a few novels while participating in literary websites.
Groups
nancyames is a member of A Novel Idea, All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Canada, Challenge Café, Fantasy Art, Fine Arts, Flash Fiction, Gaia - The Living Planet, Group Competitions, Humour Captured, Masterpieces: Literature, Myths, Legends, and Fairy Tales, Sci Fi , Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Something To Say, The Word Tree, Writers' Market and You're Accepted.
Journal Entries
Ultiman the Poet (an outline)
Posted 18 days ago, 2 comments so far.
Inane greetings on redbubble?
Posted 28 days ago, 3 comments so far.
Exile on Zalomar (an outline)
Posted 2 months ago.
'RedBubble' TV ?
Posted 3 months ago, 4 comments so far.
Circle the Moon - an outline
Posted 3 months ago.
Writings
Tornadoes Can't Come Downtown
The best make it look so easy, and then the phonies take the credit…
Elvis, Change Your Name (the story) - Conclusion
Tires squealed on the icy pavement like the triumphant scream of a hunting wildcat and the fresh snow was spattered with his bright young blood.
Visitors from Another Time
We say to ourselves, “How could I ever have been so naive?” Then, as often as not, we shed somebody.
Elvis, Change Your Name (the story) - Part Three
Hendrix cautiously eased himself around the crudely axe-hewn corner of the old cabin and instantly felt like a one-man audience in an outdoor amphitheater.
Elvis, Change Your Name (the story) - Part Two
Her bruised eyes, the pupils dilated with fear, failed to focus on him at first, but Jimi was able to soothe her with his warm voice and the low, quiet words, “Suzy. Suzy, now. Hush…”…
Psychic in Cyberspace
... and he is probing manfully for that one essential but improbable fact, that microscopic mechanism throbbing sweetly somewhere…
