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Get to Work!
What a beautiful October we are having. Each morning I try to start my day in my gazebo taking in the air , the sunshine, the breeze and the surrounding Fall foliage. I love days when I get to stay home and so appreciate days when I get to my office and write new words. I do not take that privilege for granted but have not been as productive as I have been other years. I am about one hundred pages in to the book I'm working on and would like to see its momentum speed up a bit . But of course that requires actually sitting down at the keyboard and writing the first draft. I look back at each book and remember the process and the tough slog to get it to the shelf and recognize where I find myself right now . Each book was once where the book I'm working on is right now .I have got to get...
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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...
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...