Hi, I’m Ashleigh.
I’m currently obsessing over romantic comedies, writing a second murder mystery dinner party, and GMing a D&D 5e campaign.
This is the place for a bit of those broader musings.
My dad was never one to let go of something he believed was a “superior technology.” This means that now, in the year 2020, Dad is still the proud owner of a fully functioning Betamax player. Our family home only ever saw a VHS player once the last video rental store in the area to … Continue reading Music was, indeed, Faced: finally reflecting the return of Bill & Ted →
This summer, Husband and took a jaunty road trip over to Vancouver Island and reveled in the warm vibe of hippies with rose-coloured glasses. Victoria, especially, with its parliament buildings, horse-drawn carriages, and organic foods evokes a weird blend of several bygone eras. Twice a graduate of UVIC, to Husband, a trip to Victoria always … Continue reading Museum of the Western World →
Indulge me this: you’re a time traveller. It’s an ordinary day. The fate of the world is not in jeopardy. No damsels to save. No timelines to correct. To angst to stew over. Everything is perfectly fine. You can enjoy yourself. So you go to a bar. And who do you see in that bar, but yourself. You … Continue reading A Thought Experiment for Time Travellers →
I’ve finally done it. I’ve taken the RPG plunge. In a way, it feels as if this has always been inevitable. I’ve been curious about playing D&D for a long time now; it’s been like this glowing ball of light off in the distance that I’ve only been able to catch glimpses of here and … Continue reading Finding a Path through the RPG jungle. →
Consider this an appendices to the milestone 2. Our kitchen was boring. At least after we stripped the children’s wallpaper and metallic faux-tile adhesive back-splash. I mean, that was a tad more exciting, but still… the interior design equivalent of a six-year-old’s sticker collection. For the better part of the last year, we’ve been starting … Continue reading Not a DIY Expert →
This is part two of my re-capping of the last year or so. 2016 was all-around a year of horrors. It is known. Somewhere in the middle of it, Husband and I found out that the apartment we were renting in New Westminster was being sold. This was the second time that had happened to … Continue reading Home Ownership →
Since I’ve been out for a while, I thought I’d recap a few things that have happened in this last year or so of radio silence. This is the biggest one.* I have another nephew! He is my third nephew, the second one named Benjamin, and the first borne by my only sister. He is … Continue reading Blood of my Blood →
I didn’t join Pottermore for the longest time. My relationship with Harry Potter was intense, but troubled. It oscillated between shameless joy and celebration to cheek-biting scrutiny and critique. In one past life, I’d enthusiastically dressed up in costume and painted signs, windows, and children’s faces for the midnight releases at the bookstore. In another, … Continue reading Accepting my Slytherinness →
This is part of a series I have been working on. The Introduction is here. I can’t remember how it was I found out that the bus had broken down. What I definitely remember is that it was extremely cold. The bus breaking down did come several hours into a long bus trip from London. From there, … Continue reading Travel and the Art of Mental Maintenance: VIII. Broken Down Somewhere in Belgium →
It seems like every time I return to regular posting after something of a hiatus, I have nothing but complaints about what kept me in hiatus. And I feel like I’ve come out of one of the most stressful times of my life. There are two kinds of stress I experience: time-related stress, where a million … Continue reading The Hiatus and Moving On →
Perhaps you have noticed (or not noticed, I haven’t the wherewithal to keep tabs on these things, alas), but I’ve posted the full-text of “Working Title,” my short fiction piece that recently won the Quarter Castle Short Fiction context. I think I’ve gone on about this before, but this is a piece I’d been sitting … Continue reading Nothing in Moderation →
The above quote comes from the marvellous Deadwood, out of the mouth of the marvellous Calamity Jane. And I’m really feeling it right now. It’s been a while since I’ve posted much of anything. Life is like that. Peaks and valleys. Hills and troughs. I feel like this is a lesson I’ve figured out before. … Continue reading “Every day takes figuring out all over again how to f***ing live.” →
This is part of a series I have been working on. The Introduction is here. the arrival I was supposed to take the train from Paris to Madrid. It was one of those things that I had planned out well in advance like the responsible adult I had thought I was. I bought my Eurail … Continue reading Travel and the Art of Mental Maintenance: II. Madrid, the Arrival →
I know I haven’t posted anything in a while. I have no real excuse other than I have been writing, just not any blog posts. The body of one book is barely cold and I’ve already started on another. This one is a comedy, which is a nice change. It certainly makes life lighter. I am … Continue reading Obligatory July Post →
This is part of a series I have been working on. The Introduction is here. Versailles A few days into Paris—before the Australians, the honeymooners, the college kids, and the life-traveller; after the three asshole partiers, Matthieu from Montreal, and the nameless guy from Newport Beach—I decided to check out the Palace of Versailles. It was … Continue reading Travel and the Art of Mental Maintenance: I. Paris, Versailles →
This is part of a series I have been working on. The Introduction is here. I was exhausted and burnt out. For short trips, you rally. But backpacking is a marathon. I dyed my hair from blonde to brown before I left Vancouver because I knew I was going to Morocco, and I’d heard warnings—mostly … Continue reading Travel and the Art of Mental Maintenance: IV. Casablanca →
This is part of a series I have been working on. The Introduction is here. the five types of travellers My first week in Paris was a crash course in backpacking. The first day, wandering from my hostel along Rue Moufftard down to Place St. Michel, took me onto the Ile de la Cite, towards … Continue reading Travel and the Art of Mental Maintenance: I. Paris, the Five Types of Travellers →
There’s nothing more useless than unsolicited advice. I was going to preface that with When you’re young, but it’s really applicable to all ages. Unsolicited advice simply comes at a much greater frequency when you’re young. As I age (like a slowly ripening then rotting apple; that is the metaphor I’ve chosen to age by), I understand this … Continue reading The Commencement of Commencement Advice Commences →
This is the introduction of what I hope will become a series / retrospective project / diary-after-the-fact / examination of memory-and-place-and-all-that-jazz. All the links to other posts about specific adventures and places are/will be below. Whenever you get back from a long bout of travelling, the world always feels different (at least for a little while, … Continue reading Travel and the Art of Mental Maintenance: Introduction →
This post started as a note in my journal: one of those things that starts crawling out from your head while you’re in the shower, like a worm on the sidewalk in the rain. I meant to write it before the Oscars, because that makes it seem topical rather than tangential. But alas. Every year, Husband … Continue reading Why do I binge watch seven seasons of a tv show, but can’t force myself to watch a two-hour movie? →
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