An interview with Emily Arsenault, the owner of Dog Eared Books in Oromocto, New Brunswick, Canada.

 We have a new guest to the Scribbler.

Emily is the proud owner of the dynamic book store 

– Dog Eared Books –

Located in in Oromocto, NB.

She’s a wonderful supporter of local authors and has kindly accepted my invitation to be our guest this week.

Read on, my friends.

 

 

Scribbler: Congratulations on your recent move. Please tell my readers how Dog Eared Books all started. Was it a dream come true?

Emily: Books have always been part of my life. My grandmother worked at Westminster Books in downtown Fredericton, and when I was younger I used to spend time there with her. She was always reading, and that love of books naturally passed down to me.

When I opened Dog Eared Books, the idea was simple, I just wanted a place for books. A cozy space where people could come in, browse, and discover stories. Over time though, it grew into something much bigger than I ever expected.

Now it’s not just about books. It’s about people gathering, meeting local authors, sharing writing, and connecting with each other. What started as a love of books has really turned into a community space, and that’s been the most special part of the journey. 

Scribbler: How did you decide on which genres and books to carry?

Emily: In the beginning I started by carrying some of the more popular books while I figured out what people in the community enjoyed reading.

Because we carry both new and used books, the shelves are always changing. A lot of the time the inventory grows organically through trade-ins and donations, so every visit can be a little different. Over time I’ve been able to see what genres people gravitate toward and shape the store around that.

I also love supporting local authors whenever I can. Helping readers discover writers from our own region is something that’s really important to me.

 

Scribbler: What role does the bookstore play in the community of Oromocto?

Emily: My hope has always been for Dog Eared Books to feel like more than just a retail shop. I want it to be a place where people feel comfortable coming in, spending time, and connecting over stories.

We host writing groups, author events, and different community nights that bring people together. One of my favourite things is seeing people meet in the store and realize they share the same love of books or writing.

I’m also a Director with the Oromocto & Area Chamber of Commerce, which helps me stay connected with other local businesses and be involved in the community in a different way.

We also partner with organizations like OTEC and employ someone through their program, which is something I’m really proud of. Being able to create opportunities and support people in our community is incredibly meaningful to me.

 

Scribbler: How do you compete with online retailers and big chains? Do you have a marketing strategy?

Emily: Independent bookstores really can’t compete with big online retailers on price or scale, but we offer something different, a personal experience.

When someone walks into Dog Eared Books, they’re not just buying a book. They’re discovering something new, getting recommendations, meeting other readers, and supporting local authors and businesses.

A lot of what we do is about building relationships and creating experiences through events and partnerships with other local businesses. Those personal connections are something you just can’t replicate online.

 

Scribbler: What’s your favourite part of being a bookstore owner?

Emily: My favourite part is definitely the people.

I love helping someone find the perfect book or hearing someone get excited about a story they’ve discovered. Books have a way of bringing people together, and I get to see that happen every day.

And as a little bonus, I do get to take home as many books as I want, which is definitely one of the perks of the job. 

Scribbler: Anything else you’d like to tell our readers?

Emily: Independent bookstores are built with a lot of love and passion. When people support local shops, they’re helping create spaces where creativity, stories, and community can grow.

At Dog Eared Books we always say that we might judge a book by its cover, but we’ll never judge you for your book choices. Everyone is welcome.

 

The hours of operation are as follows:

Sunday - closed

Monday - 11-5

Tuesday - 11-5

Wednesday - 11-5

Thursday - 11-7

Friday - 11-5

Saturday - 10-5

Located at 281 Restigouche Road, Unit 218.

Oromocto, NB

Phone: 506 385 2665 

Thank you for being our guest, Emily.

We wish you continued success in your venture.

Thanks for all you do for authors.

  

And a BIG thank you to all our visitors and readers.

Leave a comment if you like.

The Story Behind the Story with Mandie Dufour of New Brunswick, Canada.

 

We have another new guest this week.

Mandie will be part of the 4^th GMRD Book Fair this Spring. 

The novel - Devour - is gaining lots of attention.

Read on, my friends.

  

Mandie Dufour is a sci-fi, fantasy and horror writer. They have a love of stories in all forms, going on to graduate with a degree in English literature from Saint Thomas in 2015. A love for people and a fascination with biology led them to receive valedictorian in their massage therapy program in 2018. The writing community both on and offline have provided them with joy and motivation. The Canadian Maritimes where they live with their wife and two ferrets serve as a source of great inspiration. They also draw from their experience as a Norse pagan as well as observations on life and human nature.

 

Title: “Devour” 

 Synopsis:

Valya is holding tight to a dying planet. When a mysterious organic ship appears outside the Sigurd System’s asteroid belt, she seizes an opportunity to join The Saegammr’s crew on a mission to recover technology that could save her planet.

What begins as a salvage operation quickly turns into a battle of wills and a test of survival as they face horror beyond their wildest imaginations.

Valya must discover what it means to make impossible choices when fate is cast in stone, and only the present moment is moveable.

 

The Story Behind the Story:

The initial spark for Devour came from a conversation I had with my wife about the wraith ships in Stargate Atlantis. For those unaware, the ships are organic and I thought it would be super creepy if there was an organic spaceship that also ate people, sort of like a pitcher plant.

I am actually terrified of space, so as a horror enthusiast, I thought why not write about something that scares the pants off me? I’ve always found the sheer concept of space to carry so much existential dread that I wanted to harness that in the story.

As a Norse pagan, I found representation to be lacking outside of the stereotypical depictions of Vikings that often end up being quite inaccurate. Often, when paganism is in a fantasy setting, it ends up exaggerated and leaned on for magic-systems.  Instead, I wanted to show it as a grounded aspect of the characters' lives and how they move through the world rather than be the fantasy center of the novel. Additionally, as I wrote, I thought it was interesting to explore how Norse paganism would develop on planets that aren’t earth. As a nature based religion, many of the concepts come from natural phenomena we encounter everyday, so it would end up developing quite differently on planets that look nothing like ours.

At the time, I was active on Wattpad where there’s a popular competition called the Open Novella Contest, or the ONC, where writers get to choose a prompt and have three months to write between 20,000 - 40, 000 word novellas. I used this as an opportunity to get started on Devour and ended up moving through the rounds where it eventually got shortlisted and made honourable mention.

The Devour that is out today has been expanded to include much more of the world and Valya’s space adventure.

 

Website: Please go HERE.

A question before you go, Mandie: 

Scribbler: Who was your favourite author, or story, growing up?

Mandie: Margarette Atwood is my favorite author, however, “Watership Down” by Richard Adams is my favorite novel.

An Excerpt from : Devour - Chapter Twenty-One “Hallucinations”

While the others bickered on what to do, Valya approached the wall of the ship to see if she could find the door. Her eyes scoured the slimy surface for a clue; a seam, a rip, a wrinkle, anything. Her heart throbbed in her throat, pounding blood into her ears... then there was something else... a murmuring cut through the incessant whooshing of her own pulse.

She extended her hand and touched it to the wall, surprised to find it was warm. Thick, slimy mucus stuck to her palm.

The murmuring grew louder.

A hundred people all talking at once, clambering over each other in desperation... crying, screaming... Valya put her ear to the wall to try to make out any words.

Straining to listen, she pressed in closer. Her ear stung. She pulled away from the wall. Mucus sucked her back in. Shock pinched her chest into a vice. Stuck flesh ripped itself raw as she yanked herself free. The skin on her ear, and side of her face burned. She touched her cheek, wincing.

"Valya!" Amira called.

Valya jumped and turned to look at the crew. They stared at her.

"Are you alright?" Amira placed a hand on her shoulder. "We called your name and you wouldn't answer." Getting a closer look at Valya in the light of her staff, she scrunched her brow in concern. "Your skin, it's scraped raw! What happened?"

"I - I dunno," she mumbled. "I heard these voices in the wall and I wanted to hear what they were saying."

"We didn't hear anything," said Ivan. "Are you sure?"

Valya nodded. "Pretty certain. I think the ship's wall burned me - or - or something."

"You haven't been sleeping well," said Ivan. "Are you sure you weren't -"

"Hallucinating?" Valya interrupted. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm not that tired. How could I hallucinate my skin raw?"

Banele approached her with concern. The harsh beam of his headlamp made her squint. She let him examine the right side of her face.

"This looks pretty real to me."

"They feel pretty real too.”

He rummaged around in his bag, drawing out the same short thick tube as before. Valya held still while he applied the RenewalCream to the damaged skin on her face, and ear. Pain subsided to a dull throb.

"Thank you," she said.

Amira kissed her healed forehead. "No more touching the walls, please. Stay close to me."

"We're going to search the ship for a way to contact Ren or get out, whichever comes first," said Ivan.

"I say we take the left hole," said Banele. "I got a good feeling about it."

"I don't have a good feeling about any of this," Valya muttered.

With no reason not to, they followed Banele through the left orifice. Amira led the way, her staff glowed in the dark. She tapped the sphere and it brightened, mingling with the light of their headlamps.

The hallway stretched onward in a shadowy tunnel. Valya could have sworn the walls pulsated, urging them onwards with their strange undulations.

After her previous attempt to investigate, she was hesitant to go near them again and Ivan’s accusations of hallucinations kept her from bringing up her observation.

They trudged onwards until the hallway deviated into another fork.

"Wanna take the right one this time?" Ivan suggested.

“Let’s check the floor plan.” Valya brought out her stone once more.

No… This can’t be right.

The twisting of the tunnel they were in did not match what she saw on the screen. According to the hologram, they should be able to go straight.

“We must have screwed up here somewhere,” she said.

They stopped for a moment. The floor was sticky, holding their boots in place. They lifted their feet, prying them away in sucking squelches.

What is this stuff?

“Let me see.” Ivan peered over her shoulder at the hologram.

“She’s right,” said Banele.

A cold pit settled into her stomach.

“There must be some mistake,” Amira said. “It can’t be that off.”

No matter how hard Valya looked at the floor plan, she could not reconcile it with reality.

This is the correct spot.

They should be able to continue and find themselves at an intersection further along. It also struck her how the halls and corners on the map were straight, bending at ninety-degree angles, while the hall they traversed was rounded like a hole or tunnel.

The longer they lingered, discussing the discrepancy, the harder it became to lift her feet from the sticky sludge on the ground.

“We have to keep moving,” said Valya. “Maybe we’ll figure it out as we go?”

The churning in her guts said otherwise.

What other choice do we have?

“We’ll take the right one,” Amira repeated Ivan’s previous decision.

The others agreed and they entered the hole. Rather than a continuation of the hallway, they found their way into a round chamber.

Fifty SlumberPods were arranged in five rows of ten. What Valya had first suspected to be veins extended from the walls of the ship and enveloped the pods. Their glass covers were hazy. A green film-like algae obscured their insides.

"Where did this ship come from?" Ivan gawked around the room in awe.

Valya wandered amongst the pods, taking note of the familiar technology. Panels on each pod meant to display the vitals of the occupants were cracked, or too obscured by the thin tendrils from the ship's filaments to read. The visible screens were completely blank except for the faint green light indicating they were occupied.

Five of the fifty pods flashed red.

Empty.

This ship was normal at one time… but what happened?

Amira raised her staff and smashed it against the surface of the nearest pod. It cracked but didn't break.

"Hey!" Banele cried. "What the hell are you doing?"

"We need to find out who's in here. The screens are useless." She raised her staff again.

"Busting someone out of hypersleep like that could kill them!"

Amira lowered her weapon. "Then how do we look inside?"

"You could try wiping the glass," said Ivan, already scrubbing at a pod with the sleeve of his boiler-suit.

Thick film came away easily enough. The contents became visible through the filthy glass.

They gathered around as Ivan continued to wipe. A soft yellow glow, a remnant of when the pod was still functional, illuminated what Valya assumed used to be a person.

They were certainly person shaped.

The ship's veins had infiltrated the pod and infested the occupant. Flesh, and most of the clothing, had dissolved, fusing with the foam mattress pad. It festered in a purple and black sludge. What remained of the skull leered in a grimace. A cavernous black hole where one of the eyes once was stared into Valya.
 

Buy the book HERE. 

Thanks for being our guest this week, Mandie. 

 

Thank you to all our visitors and readers.

Feel free to leave a comment below.

We’d love to hear from you.

The Story Behind the story with Author Joyce Rice of Quispamsis, New Brunswick, Canada.

 Someone new to the Scribbler this week. 

I met Joyce at the GMRD book fair which took place last spring. 

She kindly accepted my invitation to be our guest this week. 

Read on, my friends

 

 

 

 

I was born and raised in the beautiful province of Newfoundland. In my early twenties, I moved to Ontario, where I spent over 25 years working as a personal support worker in long-term care, providing compassionate, hands-on care to seniors to help them maintain dignity and quality of life.

 

In 2020, the East Coast vibe called my husband and me back, and we now call Quispamsis, New Brunswick, home. We love the warmth and friendliness of the locals, the abundance of hiking trails in the area, and the breathtaking beauty of the ocean. This environment, along with my Newfoundland roots, also influences my creative writing style.

 

I’m a proud mother to my non-binary child, H, and to my son, Patrick, and a Nana to six incredible grandchildren. They continually remind me of the power of imagination, the courage to embrace one’s true self, and the strength that comes from facing life’s challenges head-on.

 

Book title: The Rise of Little Bear.

 

Synopsis: In my first book, Bray and the Adventures of Zorkon, Bray and his friends, alongside a mysterious, riddle-speaking alien named Zork, bravely face a bullying crisis at their school. In my latest release in the Zorkon series, The Rise of Little Bear, the story bursts into a fast-paced fantasy adventure that captivates both middle-grade readers and adults. Once again, Bray and his friends—joined by some intriguing new characters—embark on an epic journey filled with courage, growth, and self-discovery. This time, they confront a dangerous new threat: AI-driven scavengers intent on stealing the powerful Zorkon crystals and seizing control of the universe.

 

The Story Behind the Story: As the fifth oldest of fourteen siblings, my childhood was often shaped more by responsibility than by carefree play. Each day was a whirlwind of chores—washing endless dishes, helping with homework, and calming the chaos. However, in those rare, stolen moments of silence, usually lying in bed after my siblings had fallen asleep, I would craft magical worlds in my imagination, where I became the hero, not the misfit, in my own story.

 

In 2014, after chronic back issues forced me to leave my career, I shifted my focus to studying grief and loss and childhood trauma, with the intent of becoming a counselor. During this time, I had a revelation: What if the stories I write could have transformative power? What if they could serve as tools for healing—offering a way for people to process emotions that were too complex or overwhelming to put into words?

 

Suddenly, the quiet moments I had once stolen between chores and homework as a child took on new meaning. The worlds I had dreamt up were no longer escapes; they had become the foundation of my journey as a writer.

 

In The Rise of Little Bear, the protagonist, an adopted Métis boy, embarks on a journey to reconnect with his identity and discovers that he is part of something far greater than himself. As an Indigenous (Mi’kmaq) author who has recently come to embrace and appreciate my heritage, it felt natural to guide the main character on this path. While his journey differs from mine, it reflects the profound experience of rediscovering one’s roots and the deep connection to culture and identity that comes with it.

 

Cultural diversity and the impact of bullying are very personal issues for me. Both experiences have inspired me to create stories that go beyond simple adventure or fantasy. My narratives address the pain of bullying, celebrate the strength found in diversity, and delve into the complexities of self-identity. Through storytelling, I aim to foster emotional growth and resilience in both children and adults. My primary goal is not only to provide an escape from reality but also to offer a mirror that reflects their feelings and experiences, helping them navigate the sometimes painful, confusing journey of growing up.

 

In addition to being the author of two middle-grade books, I’m also a blogger and write 3-4 articles a year for Burns Mosa’s Roots and Wings, the church my husband and I attended while living in Ontario.

 

Facebook Author page: Please go HERE.

 

 

A question before you go, Joyce.

 

Scribbler: Who Was Your Favourite Author or Story Growing Up?

Joyce: Looking back, I realize that every twist, every challenge, and every unexpected detour has shaped the writer I have become. The hardships I faced during my early years taught me resilience, while the moments I spent escaping into magical worlds ignited my imagination. Ultimately, leaving my career in healthcare revealed that endings often disguise new beginnings and that paths we never intended to take can lead to the most extraordinary destinations. For me, that destination is the magical world of storytelling.

 

Excerpt from The Rise of Little Bear

 

A rhythmic hum whoosh, hum whoosh beats in my head like a rapper’s soundtrack as I zoom past one humming fluorescent light after another, landing on a cold, steel-ribbed tunnel floor.

 

A bird’s shadow lies next to me.

 

“You better eat your food if you know what’s good for you,” a gruff voice commands from the end of the tunnel. 

 

Cling-clang echoes off the walls, followed by fading footsteps, and then … an eerie silence. 

 

A familiar sweet scent fills my nostrils as warm air brushes against my ear.

 

“Store what you find deep inside your mind. It will be a guide for another time,” Zork whispers. 

 

I clumsily spin around, but no one’s there.

 

“That was weird and creepy,” I mutter.  

 

Zork’s fading voice replies, “I’m here to prepare you, not to scare you.”  

 

“Uh? Prepare me? For what, Zork?”  

 

“Follow the ravens’ lead, and you will surely succeed.”  

The shadow spreads its wings. Swish, swish, swish. I lift off the floor, glide down the tunnel, and then swoop back to the ground.

 

There’s that bird’s shadow again. I can’t seem to shake it. 

 

To my left, someone walks away, swinging what looks like a lantern. In front of me is a dead-end with a steel grating. I glance around. The coast is clear, so I hop closer to the grating and peer inside.  

 

“Is anyone there?” I ask in a low voice.

 

“Bray, you’ve come on the wings of my friend,” a faint voice says.

“Mya!” I gasp.

 

My heart races as I struggle to escape. I kick and punch at the soft material that wraps around me like mummy cloth. Finally, I break free into the light of day and realize the “tomb” is just my bedcovers.  

 

“Oh man, another Zork dream,” I groan, still panting from the battle beneath my blankets.

 

 “Wait! That was Mya’s voice. There’s no mistaking it. She’s alive! But … was I a raven?”

  

 

Buy the book HERE.

 

Thank you for being our guest this week, Joyce. We wish you continued success with your writing. 

 

And a HUGE thank you to all out visitors and readers.

Feel free to leave a comment below.