This morning, I thought I'd write a short piece about Canada Day. It was yesterday, and thoughts are still fresh in my mind about what it all means and the problematic nature of essentially colonial nations celebrating that colonization while at the same time wanting to be thankful and proud of what the country is, and where we are in the scheme of the global community, etc. etc.
But that is not the post I'll be writing today.
Mostly because I'm way too distracted with another thought, which is writing and when to give yourself a break. Lots of ink (and virtual ink) has been expended exploring...
Feeling quite unwell, and what with the sudden heat of the day, writing progress has sloughed off and died on the carpet. So, rather than finish watching “The Breakfast Club” in a thousand little clips as feel extremely sorry for myself and puddle, I have decided to tend to my much neglected blog. And it is neglected, forgive me Blog gods (there ought to be a law, perhaps written down to keep wayward bloggers in line; a blog god law log).
I’ve also been re-watching Arrested Development (hat tip to Bob Loblaw).
There’s been lots of great writing news since I last logged in. I had a short story pu...
September began, and I almost didn't notice. This has always been my favourite time of year, cool and little lonesome. Not quite as lonesome as January, but now is that odd time of two winds. In a upper middle-grade/YA book I'm working on, I've written about it thus:
"In the Fall, there are two sorts of wind. The first is a solemn kind that moves about with a mournful little howl, and dolefully flicks leaves into the air. It sighs over the loss of the flowers, and gives no heed to the sudden fiery beauty of the trees or the crisp spice of ground-bound moldering apples filling the air. T...
#1: Babysitter (Clubs to which were in shockingly limited supply)
#2: Clerk at mystical things store (We didn’t have Mogwai, or frogurt)
#3: Beachfront Lifeguard (At a cove that could be filled and half-way drained with the tide. Also spent a lot of time lying to people saying that there weren't any eels. There were. Lots. They were huge. One as long as my leg. I called him Eeylop).
#4: ESL Teacher in Slovenia/Bat Counter in abandoned Medieval castle (Two different gigs, same summer/employer. Don’t ask)
#5: Tour Guide at semi-haunted mansion/barn on remote island...
An old friend of mine died at the very end of June. I'd say passed away, but that implies a quiet ending or in the very least an anticipated one. This was not that sort of death, and it has taken a while to process.
I first met Ryan Jimmo in Saint John, NB at a karate tournament. My step-father was the Sensei the dojo to which I belonged, and was a coach for team New Brunswick. I had been in martial arts since six, but I didn't enter a ring until I was fourteen; I didn't think I would be good enough.
I didn't go to the first tournament of the season that year, but I went with my step-fathe...
I’ve got a new story published with CBAY books, “Bread and Bones” in the Giants and Ogres anthology. It was actually out two weeks ago, but between sick pets, a stream of visiting family, and a minor incident involving a toaster I forgot to post here, and made the announcement only on the old Twittersphere.
I'm pretty proud of this one - first PAID publication. I'd make it rain (drizzle, at least) but I had to buy food. I'll invoke old rain gods for the next one . . . I suppose I could still toss some baby spinach in the air, but it seems like a terrible waste.