Our winter activities, the outside ones, in Canada, in winter, involve slipping, sliding and if it works out well, gliding along on some natural white surface. That means snow or ice.
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Mama‘s been a code’n
The novel, Pardon my Camino has so much: The Camino trail of course and all that is involved with backpacks, hostels and blisters plus plus, there are family and couple dynamics and a big financial hiccup, there are adventures, friends and friendship, spirituality, history, a gay romantic sub-plot, church, sex, food and wine, all woven around the themes of truth and forgiveness.
The Bounce
Apart from the ill thing, my Covid time has been very useful productive time I have focused and done a great leap forward on THE BOOK. I now await the proof copy of Pardon My Camino to arrive. That is for the paperback edition.
Gotcha’
After three years of avoiding Covid, I have now caught the dreaded lurgi! How could I? Me, who is so healthy… my pride is wounded.
What is the name of an cyber-pack-animal? An emule…..
It is exhausting this self-publishing lark! I am talking about my endeavours to launch my novel, ‘Pardon my Camino’, what I have now learnt to call my indie book, which will make me an indie author – that is if I can ever wrestle PmC into the big wide e-world.
Cross streams at Lac La Biche
This is my painting, but In real life, the house is wider and altogether larger. I know this as it is one of my favourite places. It is the mission at Lac La Biche. Lac La Biche is a town in northeast Alberta and it is interesting in so many ways, all flowing from its location on the shores of a large lake.
Here I am, the other side of Christmas and trying to keep up
Sorry dear blog land, I have not been very present these last few days. Every time I go to write, something else happens, and apparently, I lack the discipline to not get distracted! And all that Christmas prep, it started with a ridiculous amount of baking, and then I kept giving it away so had…
Emails that take off!
I love an email thread that weaves and flies between friends going down some rabbit hole to reemerge with a new branch of ideas, facts and memories. I am involved in one at the moment. It all started with a brass rubbing of some medieval bishop of Ely Cathedral in eastern England.
Camino prompts
Checking out my inbox you might think I was off to Spain and the Camino SOON – no, that is not the case. I am just a sentimental clutter-bug.
I have moved my desk.
My latest furniture reorganizing is a bit more organic or as they say these days ‘granular’. I have moved writing HQ.