It’s Evening. . .

Of a foggy foggy day, filled with grey skies so low and looming that one could easily slip away in them, vanish like the ferry as it skims to and fro. The fog has finally cleared and the reflection of the lights on the water seems oddly bright. Even the ferry lights seem shinier than usual,…

Feeling my way

I foolishly rented a 14th story apartment for the view. Often it's glorious - the harbour opens invitingly out of my bedroom window, and lake MicMac winks at me from my den and living room windows. I often while away non-writing hours watching the rowing shells draw circles and figure eights around the islands in…

#3daynovel : dawn of day two

It's early morning, day two. I've just been up to drive my son to the airport for his year away in Istanbul. So I'm feeling foggy from the early hour, blue because I miss my darling boy already, and tired. The fogginess matches my story. It's coming together, slowly. I have my character, my intro…

View obscured

Sometimes a high-in-the-sky view can be overrated. Today my building is wreathed with clouds and rain; yesterday the wind was howling persistently through my windows. I can't see the ground. It all got me to thinking about being high above things, as vs down and dirty in amongst them. It's easy, as a writer, to…