Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
Saskatoon, SK,

Upon delving into a good book, I immediately enter into a relationship with the author, the characters, and the story. Each love affair is unique. I often find myself embedded in the world the author has created.

    My heart rarely beats faster than in the first moment I walk into a bookstore. As I take a couple steps passed the entrance, I stop to look around, breath in, and smile. My senses are heightened, my mind is clear, and I feel at peace.

    My adoration of bridges follows suit. Living in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan has sparked my appreciation for these beautiful pieces of architecture. To me, stepping onto a bridge evokes a sense of freedom. A bridge can symbolize the choice to cross over to a new era, to take on a new adventure, or to strive for a new circumstance.

    Whether it is a book, a movie, a collection of music, et cetera, I aspire to share my take on the pieces of work I encounter. I hope you enjoy what my site has to offer as I'll use it to share reviews and my views.

Creating a Life of Freedom - Navigating the Line Between Truth-Telling & Betrayal

Sometimes finding that beautiful balance between creative inspiration and respect proves to be difficult.

Navigating the Line Between Truth-Telling & Betrayal

Casey Balon

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Your friends, your family, even strangers have their stories, but their truth is not always your truth to tell. As a writer and as a human being, this is important to respect.

I am constantly taking note of the dialect, behaviour, and perspectives of others. I then use that information to inspire fictional characters in my short stories or to fuel the message in my blog posts. What I want to make sure of, though, is that I do not disregard or expose someone else’s truth without permission.

Sometimes these are difficult waters to navigate – to find that beautiful balance between creative inspiration and respect. Ultimately, I can share as much of my truth as I want to, but when I tell someone else’s story, I have to ask myself: is this a journalistic endeavour where there is a clear understanding that I am the writer and the person sitting across from me is the subject... or is this a betrayal of someone I love?

The answer may be more important than you know.