So impressed…

I had the very good fortune to meet Judy Penz Sheluk some years ago at the fabled  (and sadly, deceased) Bloody Words Mystery Writers Conference. We've kept in touch since and I always like to hear from her, but lately she has zoomed on, winning all sorts of awards for her second novel, and I…

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…

Drifting gaily along

I signed up for Sarah Selecky's excellent Story is a state of Mind online course and I'm in the intensive mode, where we actually have to do the work and get in assignments and such. This latest one is freaking me out a bit, especially in line with Nanowrimo. For both things, I'm doing what…

The howling

I'm getting an understanding for the agitation caused by the Mistral. The wind has been howling around my place for hours and hours, making the cat's ears twitch and getting loud enough at times to make the sound of the radio vanish.It's good writing weather, not pleasant enough to escape outside, not gruesome enough to…

Mad writing begins…

Yep. It's that Nanwrimo thing, which someone told me sounds like baby talk.In a way it is. You sit and write madly for hours and days and just try to get stuff out of your head onto paper and finally spew out 50,000 words by November 30th and then pat yourself on the back for…

NaBloPoMo Blop-ing to the end…

Well. So here we are at the end of Nanowrimo (at which I failed miserably) and NaBloPoMo, where I missed three days out of the month, pretty good average, I'd say, since it's been a crazy as usual month, filled with the usual sturm und drang, a phrase I've used ever since I absorbed it…

Creativity and NaNoWriMo and letting yourself play

The creative impulse is a tricky one. These paintings were done by my dad while somewhat high on morphine for his cancer. They're different than any of his other paintings and I've always loved them. Well, in truth, I finished the pregnant lady one for him - he'd drawn it but not painted it. I…

Sometimes, I need the sea…

Okay, as Nanowrimo procrastination, I've wandered about the internet, looking for houses on Nova Scotia's Southern Shore. It is true madness, but all it took was me seeing that there is a Ukulele ceilidh happening there every two years to make me wish to live in Liverpool. Well, that and the view of a multi-coloured…

Sharing a space

I've recently invited my long term male friend to come and live with me. He works, while I live the gentler life of a disabled person, with the needs for sleep and aggressive self-care that involves. Unlike my former husband, who made every departure an event that left me wide awake in the dawn, my…

Nanowrimo/ NaBloPoMo/ Why so many November writing tasks?

Well, but of course, I have to do both... So here's my first of November blog about my first of November writing for Nanowrimo... It seems like November is a good time of year for focused writing. Perhaps it's the gloom setting in, the threat of winter, the darkening skies, the reversal of daylight saving…