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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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...
Double Digits Of August
Twelve years ago yesterday I got a call from the president of the Writer's Federation of Nova Scotia to inform me of the results of my efforts entering the Young Adult category of what was then called the Atlantic Writing Competition. I...
When August Comes
It is an absolutely gorgeous morning. July has passed and I am truly grateful for each day it held and all the gifts it offered. Part of me wishes a finger could be snapped to bring everything in to place instantly but that is not the reality of any of this....
What This Day Gave Me
The sun is setting. The cross breeze I feel through the two open windows has only a slight coolness but thankfully this is the least stifling room upstairs. After my evening swim I sat awhile on the front veranda and reflected on this day. It was a hot one. Many...
Time, Seasons , Passages
Time, seasons, passages. I have just come from a beautiful hilltop garden overlooking the river. A Flower service they call it and it takes me back to my childhood when we gathered in Grey's Mills. Tiny Daisy Parks and her tall husband Joe would arrive as would many...
This is The Day
It is a gorgeous July day. The sky a vibrant blue , the clouds fluffy white , the air warm with a perfect breeze. I am where I am on this beautiful day and for that I am grateful. Be in this day I remind myself, be present and allow the gifts of this one day to...