Susan's Blog
As I Wait
Instead of attending to new words and developing the story in my current work I am sitting here in my office this morning reflecting and revisiting what came before. I am anxiously waiting for the arrival of my fourteenth novel which has been sent out this morning from the Nimbus warehouse. I can not wait to open the box and lift out the first book. Pride, nervousness, vulnerability and courage mix with the excitement of it's entry into the world. I started my reflection by re-reading some of my blog entries. A photograph taken on my 2019 writing retreat in Scotland of a leather bound journal sitting open on a stone bench took me to that journal and the days at Lunga House where I began crafting the story and developing the characters in the Wright Retreat. With messy scribbling I pulled...
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We Travel in Time
One of my all time favourite movies is About Time. I have watched it many times and expect to watch it many more times. It has a richness and depth that speaks to me every time I view it. I cry at the same scenes over and over and sometimes I watch it just to do that....
I Need a Pep Talk
Today's blog entry is just for me! Feeling overwhelmed this morning a memory popped into my head. I am standing in a woodworking shop in Nashwaaksis holding my nine month old baby waiting to talk to John Brewer about renting his empty farmhouse in Burtt's...
Happy Book Anniversary!
Copies of the 10th Anniversary Edition of The Year Mrs. Montague Cried arrived today. My debut novel is seeing a second life, a re-issuing, an anniversary edition. How amazing is that! I think back to the moments in a quiet classroom while my grade four students were...
All Good Things…God Save the King
...must come to an end. We know the truth of that saying but that doesn't make it any easier. Endings, changes, saying goodbye and letting go are all hard. This morning I tried to take in every minute, every sound, the slant of the sun , the breathing of our old...
Labour Day
All good works...The fruits of our labor. If you love what you do it won't feel like work. I am searching my mind for wisdom about work. All in a day's work. A woman's work is never done. Labour day used to be such a big day for me. It was the last day of...
In The Thick of IT
I just read back an entry in which I was reflecting on the relaxing days of July and then went on to read about the challenge of facing August. Right on schedule I would say but in a mess never the less. This purging is hard. It is laborious, time...