A Disease, a Wedding and an Anthology

I have a disease. It may be incurable. Some of you know this already and some of you have suspected it for some time, but have remained silent. Please don’t pity me. I really don’t like pity. The disease I have keeps me awake at night, keeps my mind buzzing, makes me wonder just what the future holds in store for me. Some say this disease is caused by the bite from a rare bug, one that can bite you quite early in life or later on. It doesn’t discriminate. For some, it’s a lifetime struggle. The bug I’m talking about, of course, is the writing bug. No surprises there!

Yeah, I’ve been writing. A lot. Writing and editing and revising and writing some more. Writing takes up a great deal of my time, and when I’m not writing I’m often thinking about the story I’m writing. It is a disease, really it is. One that I may never recover from. One I hope they never come up with a cure for.

But that’s not all that’s been going on with me these days. More than writing I’ve been living and working and taking some family time. Family time comes before writing time. No contest. I have two precious grandbabies now who need snuggles and kisses and hugs, so many hugs. And I have a wedding to plan. Yes, wedding.

After being widowed for 26 years, my Mum is getting married next weekend. I couldn’t be happier. The family couldn’t be happier. To be honest, this is something none of us ever expected, least of all my mother. But the world is a mysterious place. Sometimes life throws things our way, and even when we fight against them we end up realizing that resistance is futile. I’m a bit older now than Mum was when she found herself all alone. It wasn’t easy. Many of you know that on top of all that she’s visually impaired. Luckily, she has five kids. And now a soon to be second husband.

“Everything will be all right in the end… if it’s not all right then it’s not yet the end.” Love this quote by Deborah Moggach, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel and it reminds me of my Mum’s story. I have Gary Doi to thank for making me aware of the quote. He’s the editor of the new anthology I’m a part of, along with 25 other people, titled, “Fly Like an Eagle.” It’ll be for sale on Amazon within the next few weeks. The proceeds will go to SORCO, a rescue rehab and release facility, in the Okanagan Region of British Columbia, for raptors such as eagles, hawks and owls. I feel honoured to be a part of this project, a project that gives back.

So, for now that’s what’s up with me. Oh, and not to mention a forty hour regular work week, can’t forget that. I’ve been missing my blogger friends and looking forward to getting caught up with what you all are doing.

Anything new in your corner of the web?

10 Ways to Avoid Buying That Author’s Book

We’ve all been to those events, you know the ones, where local authors are set up pedaling their wares. It can be kind of uncomfortable for the average won’t-be-book-buyer. Especially when said author is located in a spot that you have to pass on your way to where you’re going. I mean, there they are sitting out in front of the bookstore in the mall, or at some festival or fair or market that has absolutely nothing to do with books. What the heck’s all that about anyway, right? What nerve, what gall. It’ kind of like being ambushed if I’m being perfectly honest. You know. You’ve felt it. It’s not like you’re expecting someone to be selling books, least of all the author of those very books.

Well, fear no more. Over the past five years of attending book signing and some of those a fore-mentioned “other events” I’ve learned a thing or two when it comes to not buying that author’s book. Actually, it’s not all that complicated. You just have to know the right thing to say and the proper way to carry yourself. Keep your wits about you and above all don’t panic. You’ll survive. I promise.

So, for all of you won’t- be-book-buyers these next 10 excuses are for you.

1. Listen to that little voice in your head. You know, the one that says, “Tell her you don’t read.” Who can argue with that? If you don’t read, you don’t read. Case closed. Keep on a walking, my friend, you’re in the clear, maybe even click your heels as you’re walking away. You’re so cool– you, you , person who just does not read.

2. Stop at her table for a few moments. Gently run you hand over the books. Appear interested, but not too, too interested. Slip in a comment such as, “One day I’ll have to invest.” The author will be giddy thinking that you’re talking about actually buying one of her books when in reality you’re talking about opening up an RRSP. She’ll never know the difference.

3. Ask her if the book in the bookstores. When she says yes, tell her that you’ll probably pick one up there some time in the future. She’ll love you for it, and by throwing that word, “probably” in there you’re getting off without a true commitment. Clever.

4. Ask for a full synopsis of the books on her table. Trust me, authors love that part. Leaf through the books one by one. Read a few passages, silently. Ask what age group it’s for. If she says young adult simply mention that your grandchildren are too young. If she says middle grade just say the opposite. She can’t argue the age-appropriateness of her books, right?

5. Remember, appearing interested will always endear that author to you. She’ll probably believe whatever you have to say. Ask if her books are fiction or non-fiction. If she says fiction, you know what you have to do. Sound rather disappointed and say, “Gee, I only read non-fiction.” If she writes non-fiction, you get the picture, tell her you only read fiction. Now if she happens to write both fiction and non-fiction you need a back-up excuse because if you don’t come up with something quickly you may just end up having to make a purchase. But have no fear, when all else fails here’s a handy, dandy excuse that will always work in a pinch…..

6. “I don’t have any cash on me or else I’d get one.” Remember, adding that little, “or else I’d get one,” will show her you’re serious. Can’t argue the no money excuse.

7. Another dandy excuse that often works well is this: Stop at her table and pretend you’ve already read her books. Her smile will be like a ray of sunshine, especially when you mention how much you enjoyed them. But for God’s sake don’t overdo it. She may just ask you what your favourite part is and the jig will be up. You’ll need make a quick exit. Fake chest pain if you must, but scram tout suite.

8. Stop at her table and introduce yourself. Tell her you have a book coming out next week. She won’t know the difference. Authors love other authors. Chances are she’ll congratulate the hell out of you because all authors know just how difficult it is to find a publisher after that book is written. And you know what, after all that congratulating is over, she won’t even care about selling her book. She’ll be just itching to buy yours. Now that’s a plan!

9. Promise to come back a little later. Find out how long she’ll be there to make sure you don’t happen to stumble on through before she’s done for the day. I mean, she’ll never see you again, right?

10. Remember, you can always distract her by talking about the weather. Weather talk always works no matter where you go. You don’t have to be weather-lady Cindy Day to appreciate the local Maritime weather. Canadians can talk forever about the weather. We’ve had plenty of practice. Throw in a, “I heard we’re going to have an early winter,” and you could keep her talking forever.  Book talk will always take a back seat to weather talk. Trust me. I’ve fallen for that one, myself, a time or two.

So there you have it, all the excuses you should ever need to avoid buying that author’s book. One final little tip I’ll leave you all with. If words happen to fail you, hey, we can’t all be wordsmiths, here’s something that will always get you out of buying that author’s book. Resist making eye contact. Keep trucking right on by that author’s table. It’s not like she’s going to jump out and stop you from passing. It’s simple, just pretend she’s not there. Make her feel invisible and she’ll probably believe she is. So long as you don’t slow your gait, you’re in for smooth sailing but, above all, remember not to look. Not even a sideways glance. If she detects even the slightest bit of acknowledgement on your part she’ll be smiling her face off to try and get your attention. She might even say hello. If you get that friendly hello all your hard work could go down the drain. Just saying.

So there you have it. 10, or actually 11, ways to avoid buying that author’s book.

Now it’s your turn. Can you think of any other ways to avoid buying that author’s book? I’d love it if you’d share some of your experiences. Or just come up with some inventive things to be silly like I did.

Soaring Into Freedom

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. ~~Jim Morrison

Summer 2014 394This quote seems rather fitting for a post on freedom as I sifted through some of the photos I took last week at the zoo. The subject of freedom has been circling my head since our resent visit. And yes, all the animals there are caged in and certainly not free. But the image of these two bald eagles stayed with me more than the others. I’m sure they were injured and rescued at one point, obviously unable to fly since there were no restrictions stopping them from taking flight.

Growing up, I was taught about nature’s wisdom, survival of the fittest, and all that realistic stuff that make kids cry into their pillow at night. While at times it might have seemed cruel I now wonder about the efforts we make to rescue animals if a part of that rescue keeps them from doing what they were meant to do.

I imagine an eagle soaring through the sky and think that flying above the treetops must be a remarkable thing, to know that sense of freedom. An eagle that can’t fly seems like an injustice and by rescuing it in this way perhaps we simply traded its “reality for a role,” an animal now held in captivity, a reality that suits our own agenda.

Many of us think that life, no matter how diminished, is far more important than the quality of that same life. It is a subject that I find fascinating as I try to imagine how it would feel to be that earthbound eagle, to have once known that freedom, yet never to feel it again.

What are your thoughts on freedom? Are you an earthbound eagle or do you prefer to soar?

Not a Blog Post

I’d been planning all week to write a blog post….. but it didn’t happen.
I got busy and, well….. it just didn’t happen.
Family came to visit, not to mention that I work everyday. Throw in an appointment or two, grocery shopping, a trip to the zoo, one picnic, two blueberry pickings, a marshmallow roast, a trip to Digby , some writing and….it just didn’t happen.
I can assure you the post I had planned was quite clever, a real discussion-maker, the subject being something I’d been planning to write about for some time now, but….
As you can see…..it didn’t happen.

That’s all I have to say at the moment…Hopefully, I’ll pull that blog post together for next week because, as you can see, this week…..it just didn’t happen.

So, tell me what your week was like. Did you do anything different, read a book, go some place special? Because if you’re looking for a post here…

It just didn’t happen.
And…
This is NOT a blog post.
Now it’s your turn…..

Interview with Marsha Skrypuch

Today, it is my pleasure to welcome author, Marsha Skrypuch to my blog.

silver2Marsha Skrypuch (pronounced SKRIPP-ick) prides herself on being the only children’s author in Canada who is a dyslexic princess, and has received death threats and hate mail. Marsha writes about those bits of history that have been shoved under the carpet. Her specialty is writing about how children are affected by war. Her settings have included World War I, World War II, the Vietnam War, the Armenian Genocide, and the Ukrainian Famine (Holodomor).

Marsha’s latest book, Dance of the Banished is being launched Friday, August 22nd.

Based on true events, a compelling story of love and hope published on the 100th anniversary of World War I.

downloadAli and his fiancée Zeynep dream about leaving their home in Anatolia and building a new life together in Canada. But their homeland is controlled by the Turkish government, which is on the brink of war with Britain and Russia. And although Ali finds passage to Canada to work, he is forced to leave Zeynep behind until he can earn enough to bring her out to join him.
When the First World War breaks out and Canada joins Britain, Ali is declared an enemy alien. Unable to convince his captors that he is a refugee from an oppressive regime, he is thrown in an internment camp where he must count himself lucky to have a roof over his head and food to eat.
Meanwhile, Zeynep is a horrified witness to the suffering of her Christian Armenian neighbours under the Young Turk revolutionary forces. Caught in a country that is destroying its own people, she is determined to save a precious few. But if her plan succeeds, will Zeynep still find a way to cross the ocean to search out Ali? And if she does, will he still be waiting for her?

1.Your latest book, Dance of the Banished, is being launched on August 22nd. Can you tell us where the inspiration for this book came from? <

Dance of the Banished was a novel that I was destined to write because so many themes I’ve written about in the past became inextricably twined in this one.

A few years ago, two local historians approached me with a set of newspaper clippings from 100 years ago. The old articles related an incident in my hometown of Brantford Ontario about 100 foreign workers who were rounded up in the middle of the night on suspicion that all hundred of them had tried to blow up the local post office together in an act of treason. The context: World War I had just been declared. These men had come from Ottoman Turkey. They were ultimately interned as “enemy aliens” in Kapuskasing, Ontario.

I have written three YA novels set in Turkey during World War I: The Hunger/Nobody’s Child/Daughter of War. These three novels are about teen survivors of the Armenian Genocide, which took place in Ottoman Turkey during WWI.

I’ve also written two children’s chapter books about Armenian orphans who were rescued by Canada just after WWI: Aram’s Choice/Call Me Aram, (illustrated by Muriel Wood)
Additionally, I had written two books set during Canada’s WWI internment operations: Silver Threads, a picture book illustrated by Michael Martchenko, plus a Dear Canada diary novel called, Prisoners in the Promised Land: The World War I Ukrainian Internment Diary of Anya Soloniuk.

And my own grandfather had been interned in WWI.

So …. SEVEN books written about this era plus a family connection, yet here was an entirely new take on a story I thought I had already told.

Doing the research for Dance of the Banished was like peeling layers off of a long hidden secret. Ali, the Brantford man who was interned, and Zeynep, the fiance he left behind, were not Armenian, and they were not Turkish. Sorting out and piecing together just exactly who they were and what happened to them in WWI was like detective work. The novel is fiction, but based on facts. Their intertwining tales of heroism, compassion and love became all consuming for me.

2.Many of your books are written around the theme of war. Is there a particular reason for this or is it because you find the subject of war interesting?

The best known war stories are those told by the victors and I have no interest in retelling these, but I am intensely interested in the untold stories. Imagine yourself plunged in war, trying to stay alive from one minute to the next. What kind of person do you become? That’s a story worth writing.

3. Your bio mentions that you’ve received death threats and hate mail. Can you share any of the circumstances surrounding these threats and what your reaction was?

I wrote a picture book called Enough, illustrated by Michael Martchenko and published by Fitzhenry & Whiteside. That book came out in 2000, and it was this particular book that I got the most threats over.

Enough is a Grimm-like folk tale about a girl who saves her village from starvation by tricking the dictator into thinking the village is already dead. It is clear from the illustrations and historical note that the setting is the Holodomor in Soviet Ukraine. Holodomor means “death by starvation” and refers to the famine-genocide perpetrated by Stalin upon Ukrainians in 1932-33. Millions were killed, their bodies disposed of and ethnic Russians were moved into these villages, receiving the dead Ukrainians’ homes and land. Stalin was able to hide this crime for decades by bribing western journalists, including Walter Duranty, who won a Pulitzer Prize for his writing. George Bernard Shaw was another of his lying flunkies, which is why I’ll never go to a Shaw Festival performance in Niagara-On-The-Lake. But my story book didn’t touch on all that. It simply told a tale of one brave girl who stood up to an evil man.

Enough was the first commercially published story book to have been written about the Holodomor. When it came out fourteen years ago, there were still people around who considered Stalin to be some sort of saint, and in the year 2000, the Holodomor had not yet been recognized worldwide as an act of genocide. The post-Soviet propaganda of the time was that the Holodomor was a myth and anyone who claimed it happened was a Nazi.

The first bit of hate mail was actually signed. It came from a fellow writer whom I had considered a friend. She wrote that if Stalin had killed all of those millions of Ukrainians, they must have done something to deserve it. I shredded that letter and broke off contact with that person. A week or two later, another letter arrived. This one was quite different. There was a photo of a soldier shooting a child and block letters below calling me a Ukrainian Nazi pig. There were other incidents too: spray bombed swastikas, a phone call from a man who read my words back to me, then threatened to kill me, disturbing emails.

I called the police.

They took the threats seriously and collected the various letters as they came in (and were annoyed that I had shredded the first). For a time, I had to let the police know when I was going to be doing a public event. It was scary. The threats continued until 2006.

4. How many books have you written?Do you have a favourite and, if so, which one?

Dance of the Banished is my 19th book. Each is special in its own way. I’ll never write a book that I’m not passionate about.

5. Your books are both fiction and non-fiction. When you come up with an idea for a book how do you decide if it will be a fiction or non-fiction book?

All of my books are factually based and I am nit-pickily maniacal about accuracy. I was able to write Last Airlift and One Step At A Time as narrative non-fiction because Tuyet agreed to let me write very specifically about her and she was involved every step of the way. Many of the people are still alive and available for interview.

I prefer the historical fiction for stories that are older. For these stories I rely on journals, diaries, newspaper accounts and government documents, plus survivors when I can find them. The people whose story I’m telling aren’t all alive though and they can’t all give me permission. My WWI and WWII novels are factually accurate, but the characters are composites of real people. I place these composite characters into real scenes and circumstances and then recreate dialogue. From a reader’s point of view, there isn’t a huge difference between my narrative non-fiction and my historical fiction.

6. The list of awards and nominations for your books is very impressive. What do you consider your best literary accomplishment?

The Order of Princess Olha, which was bestowed upon me personally by President Yushchenko of Ukraine in 2008 for my writing about the Holodomor in my picture book, Enough. Do you remember Yushchenko and the Orange Revolution, the precursor to what’s happening now in Ukraine? Putin’s minions tried to poison him by putting polonium in his soup, but he miraculously survived. The polonium pockmarked his face like a moonscape. He was the first democratically elected president of Ukraine and was the first to publicly acknowledge the Holodomor.

7. Do you have a favourite character in, Dance of the Banished? If so, who is it and why?

Zeynep, Ali’s fiance. She is very stubborn: this is her gift and her curse. She intrigued me with every scene and I could hardly wait to see what she’d get up to next.

8. Why do you write for children? Do you ever see yourself writing for an adult audience?<

Lots of adults read my novels. I see the slotting of novels as middle grade/ YA / adult to be more of a marketing thing than a readership issue. To me, a YA designation means an intelligent well-researched novel that leaves out all the words people skip over.

9. Just as your books inspire other authors, what authors have inspired you to write?

I didn’t learn to read until I was nine, but once I learned, I was drawn to big fat books written by Dickens and Alcott, but also by the historical novels that were in the bookcase outside my bedroom door. In the wee hours of night when everyone else was asleep, I’d take my flashlight and grab one of these novels, and read it under the covers: Daphne DuMaurier, Irving Stone, Taylor Caldwell, Annemarie Selinko, Victoria Holt …

10.Is there anything about your new book, Dance of the Banished that you’d like to share with us?

I struggled for a couple of years about how to tackle this story. There is so much untold history and many complex issues. About two years ago, I had the first draft nearly written, but I ended up deleting it and starting from scratch because the voice seemed wrong. I had tried to use the same technique that worked so well in Daughter of War – a revolving set of intimate third person narratives. A few months after that, I had a long chat with my editor Ann Featherstone about my problem with the voice. She suggested I write dual first person narratives. As soon as she suggested it, I knew that was the solution. Ali and Zeynep have utterly different experiences during the war and their voices are each very distinct. Once I was able to step into Ali’s shoes, and then Zeynep’s, the story practically wrote itself. I also found that by using these intertwining first person voices, the complexities of the story and history fell in place, clarifying but not overpowering the essential love story.

11.Are you working on a book now and can you share any of the particulars with us?

I have three books down the pipeline at the moment, and all happen to be narrative non-fiction. One is about a Ukrainian girl in WWII whose mother is executed for hiding Jews. Another is a picture book about a Vietnamese boy who escapes by boat with his family. Another is about a Vietnamese boy who stays in Saigon after it falls to the North, but escapes some years later in the most amazing way.

Thank you, Marsha, for sharing a bit about your writing life with us. I’ve been a fan of your work for some time now. It was a trill for me to do this interview with you. I wish you all the best with your new book.

To find out more about Marsha and her books check out her site here. For writers out there Marsha has included tips for writers on her site and you’ll find a lot of valuable information. Dance of the Banished is available at Amazon, Chapters and Independent Book Stores across Canada.

My It-Doesn’t-Matter Attitude

Lately, I’ve been taking an “it-doesn’t-matter” kind of attitude when it comes to writing. On the surface that sounds like a bad thing, but let me explain.

It used to be I fretted over how much writing I was accomplishing in the run of a day, a week, a month, a year. I looked around and saw many of my author friends churning out novels at an amazing rate. Why can’t I be more discipline, I wondered? Why can’t I just whiz through a first draft, revise and edit, wrap it all up neatly in a few short months? Truthfully, that’s kind of the way things went with Bitter, Sweet. Smooth as silk. I like to say it took three months to write, and that it practically wrote itself. I know that my first novel, so near and dear to my heart, was a novel just waiting to be put to paper. It was so much a part of me that all I had to do was write the story that was in front of me.

But not all stories are the same. Some take a lot of digging around to get to the bottom of. Digging equals time and lots of it. Time equals, well, time. Something we all complain we don’t have enough of these days.

Writers are often under enormous pressure to produce quality writing– and fast. Pressure, I might add, that is most often self-imposed. We can feel that invisible monkey on our back. We compare our accomplishments to that of our writing friends. And many times we are merciless. We are our own worst critics. But, of course, that can be said for most of us in general. We just aren’t nice enough to ourselves. We should be. We need to be. If we can’t treat ourselves with love and respect how can be possible treat others that way?

Here’s the deal. Awhile back it came to me that it doesn’t matter when that story is finished or even how many I eventually end up writing in my lifetime. I’ll do what feels comfortable for me. If a story comes at a fast rate, so be it. I’ll burn the midnight oil if I have to in order to get it down, but if it comes at a leisurely pace, a bit here and a bit there, that’s okay too. I’m not going to twist myself into knots trying to keep up with someone else. It just doesn’t make sense. Besides, we can only ask of ourselves what we are capable and willing to give. So that’s what I’m doing this summer. I’m working on my next novel, enjoying the process. When will I finally write “The End” ? I haven’t a clue. But what I do know is it will be done when it is done and not before. So,while an it-doesn’t-matter attitude might not be for everyone it certainly takes a lot of pressure off this writer. Does my writing matter to me? Absolutely. Not only that I intend to enjoy every moment of it.

* Next Wednesday, August 20th, I’ll be interviewing,( yes interviewing!) award winning author, Marsha Skrypuch on my blog! You’ll find out about her band-spanking new book, her writing ,and the circumstances surrounding some death threats and hate mail she received. Her story is an amazing one. I hope you’ll drop by and leave a question or comment for Marsha.

We Call it a Book Club

And it is—sort of.
Each month we choose a book to read and then gather together to discuss it because that’s what book clubs are about. Right? It sounded so simplistic in the beginning, just a fun thing to do. It was all about the reading and well, many of us like to read, some of us would like to read more. We started out with goal. A book a month.

And so the East Dalhousie Book Club came into being.
The first one of its kind. Now that’s remarkable! I like firsts.

And so we called it a book club.

And it is—sort of. But it turns out it’s much more than reading. It’s about taking the time to slow down and spend some alone time with the person you should know best in this world—You. We make ourselves be too busy-–yes, make. We hurry from one task to another. We agree to take on too many things for fear that we’ll let someone down when the person we’re really letting down is ourselves. We don’t take time to dream or to daydream or to pretend. How can we expect to create things in our lives if we don’t dream them into being first? Thoughts come first. Every thing that is created in the world first begins with a thought, an image, a desire, a want, a wish, a hope. We sometimes forget all the things that we refer to as the “little things” in life, although I’ve come to understand that most of the “little things” really amount to big things if we’re being perfectly honest. Books allow us to dream, to think, to imagine, to desire, to want, to wish, to hope. All those big “little things” we push aside because we’re too darn busy.

We call it a book club.
And it is—sort of.
It’s an exchange of ideas, the expressing of one’s self through the spoken word about the written word. It’s communication and the gathering of people who might not otherwise find a reason to gather– to speak, to express, to examine, to find out exactly what your view is on a particular subject. We don’t always know what our thoughts are about something until we open ourselves up and start talking. It’s about discovering who we are, our likes and dislikes, the things that make us happy or sad or angry. All these things we give voice to during our book club discussions. One voice is as important as another. We share.

What I have learned is that even if a particular book isn’t my cup of tea, the themes within that story are things I can relate to on some level. I believe that no matter how our lives differ, we all can relate to one another at least on an emotional level. We all experience emotions even though we all follow a different path in life. We’ve all experienced sadness, happiness, joy,fear. As a child growing up I had the sense that certain emotions were a bad, the ones that were looked at as negative. I thought it was wrong to say that something made me angry or caused me to shed tears, made me afraid. But I know now, we can learn from the negative as well as the positive because sometimes life doesn’t always give us the results we’d like. We can either give in and call it quits or we can dig deeper and keep trying until we finally get the intended results. Sometimes the lesson we learn need to come from those failed attempts.

We call it a book club
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And it is—sort of. Because life is more about the unseen than the seen. Always has been for me at least. It’s not about the amount of stuff we acquire or the job we do, but the lives we touch. It’s about taking the time to listen, to offer compassion; it’s about lending a helping a hand, and being a friend, giving without looking for recognition. And above all it’s about love. And when we explore who we really are on the inside we are much more effective in the world. We learn. We love. We live.

We call it a book club.
And it is—sort of. It’s about opening your mind to new ideas, being willing to learn about something you know nothing about. It’s about learning to bend, to accept that ours is not the only way. It’s about challenging our beliefs, our thoughts, and our morals.

We call it a book club, because everything has to be called something, and book club is much shorter than the post I’ve just written.

Do you belong to a book club? How has that experience been for you?

Hitting the Big 500

I just gave myself a pat on the back because we can all use one from time to time and sometimes there’s no one else around to do it for us. This seemed like such an occasion.

For some reason hitting the big 500 feels like a big deal. When I started my blog back in 2009 I wasn’t sure what, if anything, I’d find to write about. Now look. 500 times I found something to post about and some of you kept coming back for more! As my father used to say, “You’re gluttons for punishment.” It took a long time before I understood the meaning of that expression. But truthfully, you’re awesome and I can’t begin to tell express how much your dedication means to me.

A lot has changed for me in the past four years since I began this blog. Some of it wonderful, some of it not so wonderful. But through the ups and downs I continued to post. Sometimes I hit “publish” with a sense of excitement, other times with a sense of trepidation. But hit it I did. I’m determined that way. If I wasn’t I’d never have found a publisher for my books plus a lot of other things I never imagined I’d be doing at this point in my life … Blogging being one of them!

I nearly quit blogging on a few occasions, (bet you didn’t know that!) feeling that it was a pointless gesture, that no one actually cared enough to read and the faithful ones who might weren’t into reading blogs. While WordPress lets us know how many hits we get with each post it’s easy to feel as though our words are not having the desired effect since we can’t see any of our readers. That’s why the comment section is such a wonderful and appreciated thing. It lets us know that someone is out there, watching and reading, maybe even caring just a smidge if we’re lucky.

The comment section is always open on my blog, and I don’t have to tell other bloggers how nice it is to read what others have to say about something we’ve written. Most people won’t bother to comment. They remain anonymous, invisible, silently reading. It’s okay. We understand. It still means you’re taking the time to read. Time is precious. While comments are not required, or expected, they’re always appreciated. No one writes a blog post expecting others to tell them how wonderful it is. Most of us just hope we that our words will strike a cord, perhaps make someone stop and consider an idea they might not have otherwise considered or else make them think in shades of grey instead of only black and white.

So in honour of my 500th post I want to thank all of you for dropping in to visit from time to time. It’s wonderful to have others to share the highs and lows with. Five years and I’m still hanging in there thanks to all of you. And who knows, maybe some of you “invisible” readers will one day get up the courage to leave behind a comment to let me know you’re there. :)

Here’s to the next 500.

Arthur Photos.

Here in the Maritimes we all have our own “Arthur” story to tell. In East Dalhousie, power was out for four days.  Some of us lost our phones and Internet service.  My phone, for instance was out for 10 days, and since I’m on dial-up well…

I thought I would go beside myself. But I survived, and remained in control of my faculties, thanks to the community Cap site. Yeah!!

There were lots of downed trees during the storm. This one was blocking off one of the roads to the cottages at Lake Torment. Hubby cut the tree up and we helped removed the limps and wood to make the road passable. When you live in the country you just never know what you’ll be called to do. It’s remarkable the way everyone chips in and helps out in whatever way they can.

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I find this photo particularly disturbing, seeing the damage done to the brook and trees.

DSC05273 We lost quite a few trees on our property back by the brook. Sad to see trees uprooted like that.
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This tree was came down across the Lakeview Road.

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Lots of trees fell across the brook as well. It will take some time to get everything cleaned up.
DSC05281 Amongst the grapevine leaves, we found a robin’s nest, it’s hiding place revealed when Arthur ripped many of the leaves away. Strange, during the toughest times, these small things capture our attention and give us hope.I’ve been counting the days, hoping the babies soon hatch. DSC05280
Mama robin is barely visible. My hope is that she can keep her small brood hidden from the crows and bluejays.

Arthur left his mark on us, and we’ll not soon forget him. But, as with everything in life, we adjust to what is and learn to carry on with what remains. What else is there to do during times like that?

Do you have an “Arthur” story? Please share if you do.

Arthur. Oh, Arthur!

Some of you may be aware that, here in the Maritime Hurricane, Arthur came barreling through last Saturday. Lots of power outages and lost communications. Downed trees. Power in our area was out for four days, but as far as I know there are a few people still without. I feel for them.

I’m still without phone or Internet which is why I haven’t been around blogland.

Hopefully, I’ll be able to post a few photos at a later date. And thank goodness for the local Cap site.

I’m supposed to be back in business on Monday. Keep your fingers crossed!

 

 

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