Sitting on the Dock of the Bay


"Sittin' in the mornin' sun I'll be sittin' when the evenin' comes Watchin' the ships roll in Then I watch 'em roll away again.." Ah, Otis. Such an apt description of my last weeks here in paradise (aka Nova Scotia). It has been perishingly hot and humid and I've been forced to sit, beached carp-like,…

Writing and waiting, writing and waiting


Writers know about time passages. There's the percolation time as stories germinate in the mind, root around for a bit, finally reach their little tendrils into the light. Then there's the expanding/contracting time of writing the story - magical as it whisks by when the writing goes well, dragging on when the ideas don't flow…