Rodd Charlottetown added as Host Hotel

Welcome to the heart of downtown Charlottetown!

The Rodd Charlottetown is a historic property known for its historic elegance and distinctive guest rooms, close to restaurants, shops, and all the workshop spaces for Wild Threads. 

The group booking rate is $204 (+ tax) per evening.  To book your rooms, please contact (902) 894-7371.  When making your reservation, please ensure to mention PEI Writers Guild or Wild Threads Writing Symposium.

The Bookmark added as Official Bookseller of Wild Threads

We couldn’t bring you this conference without the help of our sponsors. Dan runs PEI’s best independent bookstore, The Bookmark.

Thanks to The Bookmark for coming on as the official bookseller of Wild Threads. We are thrilled to welcome them onboard as a conference sponsor!

If you are a Wild Threads participant and would like for The Bookmark to carry your book at our book fair, please get in touch with We can’t wait to read your work!

The Bookmark has locations in Charlottetown and Halifax. To learn more about them, please visit their website here: The Bookmark


why wild threads?

In 2009,  I attended my first writing conference, SeaWords, held at the Haviland Club in Charlottetown. I was a late twenty-something English teacher with a manuscript and a dream. 

I met writers, agents, industry pros. I met bloggers, marketers, emerging young creatives.  A decade later, some of these young writers have gone on to have successful careers in their fields. I learned of the value of editors and first readers. More importantly than why to tell my story, I learned how to tell my story. I began to see what the publishing world could do for me, and to navigate the waters of change, at a time when print was meeting digital.  I decided that weekend that I wanted to be a WRITER.  

Although I haven’t always lived here, PEI has always been my home. This year I am honoured to serve as the PEI Writers’ Guild President, a small job inherited by most by of the island literati at one time or another. And by some means, through a manuscript on the heels of a first editor, then an MFA, and with some careful advisors, and eventually a publisher who believed in me, I have managed to join the ranks of published authors in Atlantic Canada. 

Books themselves aren’t necessarily special to me anymore, they are just a cumulative aggregate of sentences you made better and better until some editor, somewhere,  liked them. But it’s the process of being a writer that is special,  a pathway created by figuring out your way in a content created world. It is the act of crossing over bridges that makes up pliable, of dashing through intersections, of squeaking through craggy rocks, of bolting madly up peaks to deadlines and of quietly sitting in valleys where dense fog occasionally rolls in. And you pitch. And you pitch. And you pitch. 

In the meantime, there are tiny pockets of wonder; literary gatherings and movements of energy like Wild Threads that keep you going, each time to a newly inspired epicentre, up hills of gravity where the light bursts through, into strawberry fields, and determination, and to the place where you find your tribe.