A blur. That’s what the past week has been, days gone past like hours, and like the leaf prints on sidewalks these days, it’s been a beautiful blur. Now that the good people of Victoria are bundled up again—against what we all knew was coming—they’re more comfortable. By all reports, …
There are weeds in my backyard with purple flowers, a light shade of lavender I’ve seen made into ladies’ nightgowns and bridesmaids’ dresses. The colour is more beautiful in flowers, from where it glows in front of my dwarf sunflowers and volunteer tomato plants. I’ve got one pumpkin turning …
When Reframing is Not what you Need I recently read one of those ubiquitous “helpful” quotations on Facebook that said something like “Instead of pining for a vacation, how about living a life you don’t have to escape from?” That one did not receive a “Like” button click from me. …
…In which I really didn’t write much at all. Instead it was harvest time; three poems accepted by PRISM International, one poem accepted for a Planet Earth poetry anthology, and a very positive review of my short fiction collection (four years after its publication!). All of this feels very gratifying after …
It’s in the box, on its way into the great unknown. Within that box: angst, inspiration, fears, longing and untold hours of my attention are making their first journey to a potential publisher. My novel. My insights, thus far: 1. It’s a good, good feeling (I’m short on adjectives at this …
This description below, of the connection between Leonard Cohen and Irving Layton, sums up what writing groups have offered me for years. A community of writers. I’m so grateful for all the writers I know, across this country, who speak the same “language” as I do: words. “The relationship I had with …
