Top Five Writers Resources

These are the top five writing resources I have found to be useful that benefit my craft.These are the top five writing resources I have found to be useful that benefit my craft.
1. Jenna Moreci
Jenna has a YouTube channel stocked with videos about writing. She is informative and entertaining to watch. I really enjoy her short, to the point, videos. They have helped me expand my abilities as a writer.

The link to her channel: Jenna Moreci
2. Canadian Writer Group
This group on Facebook is meant for Canadian writers. There are groups all over Facebook that writers can tap into. These groups have other writers that you can connect with to see how they’ve worked on their craft and author platform. It’s great to connect with people that share your passion.

The link: Canadian Writers
(Keep in mind this one is for Canadian writers only. If you are not from Canada find the group that is in your area.)
3. Pixabay
Pixabay is a stock photo website that allows you to download free photos. I use the images to spruce up my blog posts. Mostly all my featured images come from this site. I found it a lot easier to use than Shuttershock.

The link: Pixabay
4. Cavna
Cavana is a simple photo editer. I use it with the photos I pull from Pixabay. I use this site to create photos with words on top of the image. These images go on to my social media in the perfect size since Cavana offers templates for all the mainstream sites.

The link: Canva


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5. Writer’s Digest Magazine
I get this Magazine for free at my local library, but you can get the monthly subscription to come to your door. This magazine is stocked filled with the newest information about the field. It’s beneficial for you to know what is happening in the industry. There is always juicy info.

The link: Writer’s Digest
If you have any to add to this list please leave them in the comments below. I am always looking to expand my knowledge. I want to learn more about all the secrets that you writers have. Please share them with me!


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Writing: Scenes for the Senses

After writing Wicked Soul Ascension I considered getting my head checked. The settings that I had imagined in my head were twisted and brutal. I dampened them down to let the reader’s mind add in their own details, but that didn’t make them less scary to see, write, and read. The senses of the reader had become a fascination as I attempted to put them right in the midst of the story.

For Wicked Soul Ascension, I felt the settings were everything. They had to be right! Not only did the objects need to be in their places, but the colours had to have a role in the play of emotions. Red, crimson, are colours that I used to bring forward the readers emotions. This colour was obvious. It was the greens and blues that were hidden in corners of the story that brought light into the darker places of the Sinful Realm. Since colour is mainly grey and red in the realm, the brighter colours reminded Blaze and Hope of the Earthly Realm. This played on Hopes mind since she began to ask to go home.

When I first brought sound to the story I felt awkward. It felt cheezy. Really cheezy. After I did a read over I couldn’t see the story without it. It would have taken the wind out of the air and quieted the whole story. A world with the absence of sound was not what I was going for. So, I added the crack of bone and the slam of a door. It accented the scenes like a mint leaf on top of vanilla ice-cream.

It’s fair to say you wouldn’t want to taste a book. The ink and paper don’t please the tongue. On the other hand, if writers do it right, you can taste a story. I’m a huge foodie. I love different tastes and textures of all types of foods. And when an author adds this element to a story I get all gitty. Since Blaze undergoes a dramatic change I tried to make the reader taste and smell the world around her as she experienced it all for the first time. This was fun to write. There were times I would go and smell/taste something so I’d write it right. There were odd looks from those around me, but research is research.

Wicked Soul Ascension taught me that a story is much more than words. I knew this from reading a book, yes. But, everything changes after writing a book. As a writer, I realize that the reader has scenes that you can play with. I hope to develop this skill as I grow. My goal is to have the reader engaged with more than their mind. Book two, Mortal Soul Ascension, is going to be released soon. I hope to apply my expanding knowledge to the book as I do my read-overs.





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The Void.
The void had to be my most favourite plaything while writing WSA. I could do whatever I wanted in that nightmarish dream space. The scene at the school was the beginning of it all. Once I let the sinister writer out, it became hard to put her back in.

Started the New Year Right

The new year has begun with great success!
I finally finished the first draft of the sequel for The Ascension Trilogy.

November caused finger cramps and tired nights. I’m thankful for the November writing challenge, NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month has always been good to me. I hope to set more goals that I can accomplish this year that will bring Mortal Soul Ascension to your bookshelf! Today I spoke with the cover illustrator, Christine White, to tell her what my vision is for the artwork. She is stoked to get started. “I already see it!” -Christine. I hope to have her started on the artwork this spring.
The next step for the story is for me to revise it and do self-edits until I feel it’s worthy enough to go to my editor, Ann Westlake. That process takes a long time to accomplish. I feel more confident than I did with Wicked because I have learned so much over the last publication. I have created a wonderful group of writing friends that have my back. I love bouncing ideas off of them as I move forward. My passion for writing keeps growing as my knowledge expands.

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Wicked Soul Ascension 
Want a read that will get your heart pumping?
Available in print and eBook.

The Dreamer

Dear Dreams,

Thank you for all the great adventures we’ve been having lately. I especially loved the one where we fought zombies while riding on dragons back. And then that time we got lost in a haunted labyrinth was pretty epic.

I have one thing to ask of you. Please, write your stories down. I will even leave my laptop open on the bedside table so you don’t have to reach far. I can leave the word program open. It would be nice.
I only ask this because you seem to remove most of the memory of the journey we endure together. I can’t remember how they start or end. The feeling of, what a trip! Vibrates under my skin all morning.

Your Dearest Friend,
The Dreamer
C.B. Dixon

Ps. The world would love to go on the same adventures you put me on. All you have to do is write them out.

Lost in the Sea of Written Souls

If someone came up to me and told me that writing the book was going to be the easiest part of writing a book I would have gave them a grin of disbelief.

A book is a piece of the soul the author has given out to the world to cast judgment. Whether you like the book or not; be kind. It’s hard work pumping out thousands upon thousands of words. If you enjoyed the story, or not, I beg you to leave a review somewhere. Let others readers know why you did or didn’t like it. Any review is better than no review at all.

My first novel Wicked Soul Ascension made its way into the light November 2016. It hit it’s high in the first few months. For a first time author, I thought the feedback was overwhelming. I got all these phone calls about my story. The rollercoaster that the book took them on left them begging me for more. I kindly asked them if they loved the story, please leave a review. Any review is better than none at all. Leave it where ever you like, just please leave one. I remembered from earlier research about marketing Wicked Soul Ascension to ask for them. They said once the readers read a book, a review is the last thing on the mind. Out of the 250 books that are out there the most reviews I have in one spot is two…that’s not enough to get a new reader into a new author.

Why a review is important from the reader to a reader?

If I were to buy a book; 99 cents? $3.99? $20.00? I would like to know if the author can write. Times are tough for the average person. We’ve come to notice every cent that leaves our pocket to make sure that it is spent wisely. If I don’t know the author, how do I know if the story is worth my money? A review lets me know that my money is worth giving to this author. The same thing goes for anyone that is selling indie merchandise. If you buy music, you’d like to make sure the songs are worth the money?

This is where the dead months begin. I have now begun to think out of the box in hopes that maybe I’d land a sale. If the right person finds my story, who knows what would happen to it. I know that my blogs are my raw writing. I don’t care for my own…all natural writing. I edit it a bit, but not in with the intensity my novels get. This is me in black and white. This may be dangerous to do as it might harm people’s view of my work, but I’m going out on the broken limb.

The Sea of Souls has Many Covers.

There are countless amounts of books in the world that have been published, unpublished, hidden, written and burned, and who knows what has happened to all of these stories. These tiny pieces of souls that have been scattered around the world…and mine is in there. Lost with a tiny title with a unique cover to help if stick out from the crowd. One day it may make its mark. Or, maybe it won’t. I know that it’s little family will grow around it with others members written by C. B. Dixon.

I’ve dipped my toe into the chilly waters of the published world. Even though the plunge is discouraging. I know that I will swallow the twitch to run the other way. I will jump in, eyes open, to observe every moment that will pass me by.

This is My Choice. This is My Life. I Will Enjoy Every Breath. Every Heart Beat. 

Right now for a limited time Wicked Soul Ascension is available for free on Wattpad. Here’s the link: Wicked Soul Ascension on Wattpad


The Laughing Oyster Book Reading

April 28 2015, I went to my first book reading. A spur-of-the-moment acton for me. I had never thought about going to a book reading, I’ll tell you the truth my shaky nerves never let me go to one. I don’t like being in crowds of people. When I read the ad about The Laughing Oyster Book Reading Night I wondered why my hands calmed up at the thought of going. One: I had no friends to go with. I’d have to go alone. Two: I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. Those were horrible reasons not to go. Okay, start again. One: I don’t know the authors going.

Wait a minute. What’s wrong with that? Nothing’s wrong with that! A chance to meet new people and put myself out there. You have to go.

Fanny Bay is a small community on Vancouver Island. Close by to the town I have just recently moved to. I had driven through Fanny Bay before but I never stopped in to look around. The community hall where the book reading was being held was right off the highway, a half hour from Courtenay BC where I work.

With no excuse not to go I drove down to Fanny Bay, paid the five dollar entrance fee to experience my first book reading. Eight tables filled the large space inside the hall. The chairs around the tables were filled by white haired retirees. I found one empty chair off on the side were I could view all the guests and wonder what possessed me to come. A woman bounced a new born in her arms, finally, I thought, I’m not the youngest here. Second youngest to an infant. I was 24 with hazelnut hair sitting in the midst of a snow storm.

The lights dimmed and a woman who worked for the hall stepped on the stage to get the ball rolling. My attention drifted from my age and loneliness to the woman welcoming Pat Smekal and David Frazer. Two friends from opposite sides of Northwest Bay, part of the Georgia Straight, who found a way to dance over the water. Poems were sent through email to one another, the sender would send a poem and the recipient replied with another. Soon their book, Maybe We Could Dance, formed. Over 18 months of emails the two friends danced over the waters of the straight. Then their they were, standing in the spot light before me reading their heart filled poems. A call-and-reply. I liked their unique way of reading together. How the emotion of their words played on their faces as they touched parts of their past that brought them joy, and others that brought them sorrow.

After Pat and David ventured off the stage the announcer came back on to introduce the next reader.

Maleea Acker from Victoria. She is the author of two books of poems and one essay called Gardens Aflame: Garry Oak Meadows of BC’s South Coast. When she took the stage I wondered who this person was, how she became to write poetry. She mentioned she traveled throughout North America and wrote poems during her journeys. One poem she read called Tacos that made me chuckle. I had been in Mexico searching for tacos, feeling like an outcast within the crowds and then not caring about it once that taco was in my grasp. She had another few poems about the other side of Canada that made me think about my home town in Alberta. She reminded me about snow and ice, those frozen lakes where I could bring a shovel and skates. When she read her poems I drifted from the room and walked down memory lane with her voice as my guide. It was neat. I never thought that someone would help me remember things that I had long since forgotten. The guest applauded as Meleea found her way to her table.



I thought about hiding in the safety of my car. Avoid all contact, and then I remembered I brought money to buy a book. I remembered Victoria where I had just moved from and those beautiful Garry Oaks. With Maleeas essay in mind I stood and journeyed through the coffee hungry seniors to the book table. I picked up the essay, and then I noticed a peculiar book that stood out among the rest. A half naked woman wearing brains in the shape of a heart for pants. She appeared to be a faun, but instead of half goat she is half organs. I let my eyes study all the other covers; soft colours, calm layout, and natural images, and then there was this one. Blood leaking down from to form legs of the woman. I wanted to buy it right then and there but I had only a select amount of money I could spend. So I ignored the impulse to it buy.

Away from the table I snagged a woman to ask her how long the intermission was. I didn’t want to miss the next show as I slid from the sea of people to hide in the safety of my car. She didn’t know, and somehow we ended up talking about the show. Turns out she was a friend of the next reader. Her description of her friend made me want the break to end so I could dive into the next authors mind. Apparently the next reader could make the audience squirmy and uncomfortable, sounded like my type of author. The half naked woman came to mind. The authors name is Jane Eaton Hamilton. She happened to be walking towards us as her friend and I talked. Just like that I was face to face with an award winning author. I thought I’d turn to smoke and disappear. “This is Chianne,” Janes friend told her. “She’s a young author.” I felt my face burst into flames. I have alway had a hard time talking to people about my book and here I was about to talk to a professional. I had no reason to be nervous. She was down to earth and helpful, funny too. “Do you have any advice for a first time author?” I asked. “Persistence,” Jane answered. “Don’t give into the thought of giving up.” When Jane departed, her friend talked me into buying the book I decided not to get. I only meant to get one book, and now I had two. It really didn’t bother me to much, I love books.

Before the intermission ended I chased down Maleea and Jane to get their signatures. It had been my first encounter with real authors, there was no way I was going to let them be ordinary books. I wanted signed books. And just like that I had my first ever signed novels. I skipped over to my chair with my head held high.

Next on stage was Jane. She sat at a table covered in a crimson cloth, and read amazingly crafted poems. After that she read a short story about an illness that she had experienced. Her use of language drew the crowd into the pain of the main character. At times the crowd shuffled in their seats as they became uncomfortable, then they laughed at the well placed jokes, and gasped at the shocking moments. We all got sucked in to the sad tale of years of hard ships. It reminded me of times I had spent at the doctors, they’d tell me nothing is wrong, when I knew something wasn’t right with me. The main character was given medication that made her illness worse. I had been given medication that made me worse. When the main character and I both stopped the medications, the illness disappeared. Funny how that happens. It was sad to hear that I’m not the only one that this had happened too.


When the show was over I rushed out to beat the traffic. I had an hour and a half drive to get home. I’d be home at eleven o’clock, if I sped. I had a job interview in the morning that I needed to be alert for. While I drove down the long empty highway towards Campbell River, I snuck a glance at the two books beside me. There was something missing. I whipped the car around. Parked at the hall and jolted inside hoping that Maleea and Jane were still inside. The hall had emptied in the few minutes I had been gone. All the older folk needed to go home to bed, it was nine thirty after all, never mind that, I needed to go home to bed. I spotted Jane first, had our picture taken, and snagged another chance to talk to her about writing. I asked her about publishing vs. self-publishing. She didn’t think either one was a bad choice, really depends on the writer. Maleeas had a similar opinion when I chased her down next to get a picture with her.

My thoughts on book readings:

Music fans have their concerts. Book fans have their readings.



C.B. Dixon