Draft 1 finished!

Draft 1 finished!

7:56 AM  /  Joy Kenney  /  0 Comments

  Secrets of Fire and Light is finally finished. Draft one has been sent out to my beta readers and I've begun the first run of self-edits. It feels great to get the first book under my belt, but it's hard to not jump right into the second book! The story will likely get better with some professional help,...

Words in the Trees

Words in the Trees

11:17 AM  /  Joy Kenney  /  0 Comments

I painted this piece using a background of book pages from several books and then applying acrylic over top and a topcoat of varnish to seal it all in and give a nice sheen. I love how the pages read as bark and already have another version planned out....

Seafoam Soundwaves

Seafoam Soundwaves

12:53 PM  /  Joy Kenney  /  0 Comments

Seafoam Soundwaves   Acrylics on Canvas (3 - 18"x 48") I wanted to play with layering sound waves and colour blocking as I am always listening to music while I paint. I'm pleased with how it turned out. For more of My Art click here. ...

Another Writing Retreat

Another Writing Retreat

1:58 PM  /  BJ Kenney  /  0 Comments

Photo Credit to the awesome Carla Jackson Photography I'm away for a couple of days with my sister Janna and we are typing our little fingers off. Edits to both Breathe Again and Sephora [working title] are underway and I'm loving being back with my characters again, finally! Having Georgian Bay as a backdrop behind my laptop as...

Dusk & Dawn - Short Story

Dusk & Dawn - Short Story

9:29 AM  /  BJ Kenney  /  0 Comments

A small competition piece I did. I want to write their full story one day, but this is how it started: My heart is pounding a staccato beat in my chest as I scale the concrete wall that connects the bridge to either side of the Divide. The wide river that separates the Nightwalkers from the Sunkissed is...

Forgetting the End - Short Story

Forgetting the End - Short Story

9:26 AM  /  BJ Kenney  /  0 Comments

I pressed down on the corner of the glossy photograph, adhering it to the collage with care. The man smiling back at me from the captured memory is familiar, but younger than I ever knew him. His suit is pressed and his hair is a dark crown on his head where I had only seen a shock of...

The White

The White

8:26 AM  /  Joy Kenney  /  0 Comments

The White A sinking feeling in my gut. A yawning hole in my chest. Press it down. Hold it in. Blood leeching from my face. Eyes that ache for moisture. Press it down. Hold it in. Panicked breaths and furrowed brows. Worry spreading through my veins. Press it down. Hold it in. A quiet chant, "it's alright." A...