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Jim Murray

I have been a writer since the age of 14. I started writing short stories and poetry. From there I graduated to writing lyrics for various bands and composers and feature-length screenplays, two of which have been produced. I had a  20-year career in senior positions in Canadian and multi-national agencies and a second career, which began in 1989, (Onwords & Upwords Inc), as a strategic and creative resource. Early in 2020, I closed Onwords & Upwords and effectively retired. I am now actively engaged, through blogging and memes, in showcasing businesses that are part of the green revolution. I am also writing short stories which I will be marketing to film production companies. I live with my wife, Heather, in the beautiful Niagara Region of southern Ontario, after migrating from Toronto, where I spent most of my adult life.

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The Great White Drifts of Winter

"We would spend hours in those windswept white dunes. Shooting imaginary bullets at each other with the wooden guns that Larry Jackson’s father made, dying dramatically over and over again..." ...

Six Questions Every Communicator Should Base Their Work On

"I was the guy who asked six questions of the highest person on the food chain and based whatever I did on that. I didn’t look for compromise. I dealt in absolutes." ...

The Life of Bird (Part 6)

"After he got settled in Ottawa, he messed around with it some more and then typed it out. He also realized that he was no longer Bird, but a guy named Jim." ...

The Life of Bird (Part 4)

"The Niagara is one of the few rivers in North America that flow north, and it did so at a steady current of 8 or 9 knots, which was pretty damn fast." ...

The Life of Bird (Part 3)

"Bird made up his mind that he would try his best to put his heart into everything he wrote. He knew he couldn't always pull it off. But at least he would never be accused of not trying." ...

The Life of Bird (Part 2)

"Bird stopped going to the woods on Sunday mornings after that. Instead, he just went out into the middle of the park behind his house, laid on the grass, and stared up at the sky." ...