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Storytelling from Heath Buckmaster

Whether this is a blog or a journal or a whiteboard or a notepad it’s a place for me to share some little tidbits now and then. Follow along!

The Latest Journal Entries

What Do We Really Know?

I know quite a bit about my friends. I remember most of their birthdays (some with a bit of help from my calendar reminders); I know the names of their spouses / partners / parents / kids; I know their favourite movies, musical…

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Over the past few months I’ve been fighting off a recurring problem which I think impacts a large number of people. Some of you may also have experienced this issue, and it can impact both your work and home environment. At work it…

Independence Day

Epipremnum aureum. Common names: Pothos, Ceylon creeper, Devil’s Ivy, and many more. Derived from the Latin Vulgate meaning that which grows and spreads like wildfire yet can thrive even in dark closets. This amazing plant has sprung up in every restaurant, airport, hospital,…

Words

As you may know, I’m a huge fan of words. Actually, I’m more than just a fan; I’m an addict. I’m hopelessly, needlessly, obsessively addicted to words. I use them constantly…every day…without pause. Sometimes I think that there’s nothing else I can do…

Music Makes a People

I originally wrote this in 2003, at a time when it felt like the world was going astray. Now in 2022 we have far surpassed those days and are in uncharted territories of madness and mayhem and muck. And so what is there…

Writing Companion Books and Other Stuff

I’m working on a companion book in the TeraNor series (a romance-ish novel called The Courting of Moonbeam). If you are new to my world, the TeraNor series starts with The Guardian of TeraMagoria, a young adult book (which is completely suitable for…

From the Archives: The One Who Makes Me Smile

During my first year of college I dated a girl who lived upstairs from me in the dorms. She inspired some sappy poetry. Here’s something I wrote on September 11, 1991. I still have the original copy, so apparently she gave it back…

Homecoming

I lose track of dates and times when it comes to things I’ve written. Recently I made myself aware that something I thought I had written only a few years ago was actually written when I was a kid. This is due in…