Reading Local

I’ve always been a believer in supporting local authors. Luckily, we have a lot of wonderful authors here in the Maritimes and I like to give their books a shout-out from time to time. I’ve decided to post two local books at a time for the next little while instead of posting ten or so all at once.

Here are my first two picks. They were both books that my mother received as gifts over Christmas.The first book was written by a former student from the Halifax School for the Blind which, as many of you know, my mother also attended.

Mrs. Beaton’s Questions by Robert Mercer.

Robert Mercer’s life could have been very different. He was born with very low vision and, as a youngster, struggled in school. But through the intervention of a caring teacher and the support of his family, he found his way to the Halifax School for the Blind and into the classroom of Mrs. Beaton. It was there that he discovered his voice, a voice he uses to recount his remarkable journey from a shy little boy to a community leader.

About the author: Robert Mercer was born visually impaired and for nine years, he attended the School for the Blind in Halifax. Upon graduation and a Bachelor’s Degree from St. Mary’s University, he joined the staff of the Canadian National Institute for the Blind (CNIB). At the age of thirty, he was appointed National President and CEO for the Institute, responsible for the work of three thousand staff and a hundred thousand volunteers, coast to coast. In a second career, Robert worked for 25 years in the Federal public service, retiring as Assistant Deputy Minister at Veterans Affairs Canada in Charlottetown, where he now enjoys writing books, mostly fiction for children and adults, and is still very much young at heart.

Silver Linings by Janice Landry is a book about gratitude, something I truly believe in. Gratitude in our lives helps us to see all the positive things we should focus. I believe our own thoughts play an important role in out own well-being.

Silver Linings: Stories of Gratitude, Resiliency and Growth Through Adversity

Author Janice Landry asks the very tough question, “What are you the most grateful for?” to fifteen inspiring Canadians from five provinces and two esteemed guests from the United States. One of seventeen is Dr. Bob Emmons, considered to be the world’s pre-eminent expert in the study of gratitude.

Gratitude and resiliency are key cornerstones in the field of mental health. Science-based evidence, discussed by Dr. Emmons and others, underlines the importance of developing and practising gratitude. Research proves being grateful is good for us, both mentally and physically. Gratitude can improve our resiliency before challenges occur in our lives, which they inevitably do.

Let’s face it: it’s easy to be grateful when things are running smoothly. The people in Silver Linings have discovered that gifts may actually emerge from life’s toughest challenges. Landry’s own gratitude practice was shaken to its core when both her mother and a close friend, assisted-death advocate Audrey Parker, died within weeks of one another while she was writing Silver Linings.

About the Author: Journalist Janice Landry received a 2017 national media award and, in 2018, the prestigious Canadian Resiliency Award for The Legacy Letters. Silver Linings is her fifth book. It is dedicated to her mother and Audrey Parker.

Perhaps you’ll consider adding these books to your TBR pile. No better time to catch up on your reading than winter!

Come on, Write That Book in 2020

Be honest, how many of you want to write a book but it just hasn’t happened? Maybe you had your plans made, a start date picked, an outline written, a schedule prepared. It was all perfect. You were set to go. Maybe you even made a New Year’s resolution to get serious and start writing that book you’ve been planning all your life.

But then something happened.

You got busy, life distracted you (silly life), or maybe—and here’s a biggie– you became afraid that you just couldn’t do it, even convinced yourself that it was a dumb idea in the first place. Write a book? Who are you trying to kid? I mean what if you fail? What if you never get to those two little words THE END. What if you actually do finish it and it sucks?

These are all questions many prospective writers ask. Believe me, I know from experience. Sometimes even published authors have these same doubts. A writer’s ego can be fragile. We put our work out there for the whole world to see and judge. Many people are kind, but not everyone.

I won’t lie to you. Writing a book takes a lot of time and a lot of creative effort.

A lot of hopeful writers start out great, but then lose traction. That great idea suddenly seems to be not so great. The excitement you felt when you first started, fizzles away to nothing. This can also happen to published authors as well. Again, I know this from experience.

Authors don’t just write books while our publisher waits with hands out to snap it up and publish it. It still has to be a good story, something the publisher can get behind, something they believe in. If it’s not, it doesn’t get published. It’s that simple.

Nevertheless, these things shouldn’t stop us from pursuing our dream of writing a book, if that’s what our dream truly is. I say that because there are people who like the idea of writing a book far greater than the actual doing because, really, the writing part ain’t all that glamorous. You spent a lot of time alone, researching and writing and writing and rewriting, sometimes crying and wailing. You start and stop and start again, you walk away but later come back.

But see, that’s the key–you come back, as many times as you have to in order to get it done.

I think many times, we put our expectations onto the end result instead of enjoying the journey. What I am discovering is that the journey will have its bumps and potholes but try to relax and put those expectations aside. Who cares if what you write isn’t very good? First drafts are often horrible, even for published authors. Believe me, we don’t just write one draft; we write many drafts. We tear apart scenes, change our entry point, points of view, you name it, we’ve changed it. And I know this might seem contrary to what I said about setting writing goals for myself, but I set these goals at a time when I know that the book I’m working on is near to completion. (By near, I still mean a few months away.)

So, if you’ve always wanted to write that book, make 2020 the year you begin. You don’t need to whip up chapters at a time. A paragraph, or even a sentence will suffice, whatever feels manageable at the time. Don’t worry about how good it is or who, if anyone will read it. Be creative. Express yourself. We all here on the planet to create in one form or another. If something inside is urging you to write than you should follow that urging. I like to think that we all have an inner wisdom, that little voice that helps direct us by times. So if there is indeed a hidden voice inside you that is dying to be heard then what are you waiting for? Get out there and start writing. Honestly, that’s how I became published.

Here’s hoping that 2020 finds you taking steps toward accomplishing some long-held dream.

Happy New Year.

Looking Forward to 2020

I have to admit, I’m feeling rather anxious for 2020 to arrive. I’ve said several times on this blog, over the years, that I always look forward to the new year coming and this year is no different. Not that a new year offers any special solutions to the challenges we might have encounter during the year, but it still fills me with a sense of newness for life as I anticipate what the year ahead will look like.

2019 had its challenges, but I came through the other side with my sense of humour and a love for life, and that’s the important part. Don’t get me wrong, there were plenty of great moments these past 365 days. I finished two books and signed book contracts for them both which, believe me, is something that every author loves to do. I worked on the edits for my first novel for adults, got to see the cover and read the blurbs written for “Good Mothers Don’t “ by authors whose work I admire. (I hope that’s a good sign that other will like the book as well.)

2020 will see me working on more edits, first for the Cammie prequel and then for another middle grade novel as the advance reading copies (ARCs) need to be ready for the fall as well even though it will not be out until the fall of 2021. (Seems confusing, doesn’t it?) That novel will be a bit different as it’s written in third person, something I don’t often do, only because I tend to enjoy first person novels for reading as well as writing. That particular book, however, seemed to call for a different approach. I also have several books I want to get back to writing in 2020. Plus there will be the usual book launches and signings that always go along with the publication of a new book. It’s sure to be a busy year. But I’m looking forward to it.

Last year, I made a promise that I’d complete the Cammie prequel and gave myself a deadline. I did the same with the next novel. Seems like something I’ll carry with me into 2020 as it worked out well this time. For now, that’s my writing goal for 2020, to finish another manuscript I’ve been working on.

I hope 2020 is good to all of you. I hope you make good memories and share some special moments with those you love.

Happy New Year and I’ll be back blogging in 2020. What are your plans for the year ahead?

Those Special Moments

When we’re going through difficult times, there are some times special moments, however small, that come along to lift our spirits and maybe even warm our hearts just a little. While it doesn’t make everything right in your world, it does bring some comfort and even a small measure of joy. The moments I’m talking about are often spoke of as coincidences , but I’m not so convinced that things in our world are just a bunch of random circumstances that haphazardly fall into place at just the right time, producing some amazing outcomes.

On the weekend I experienced one of those special moments that, really, just gladdened my heart and made me happy.

Last Saturday, I was at the Christmas Festival in New Ross with friend and author Jan Coates. We’ve had a table at the festival for the past five years or so and look forward to going each year. You just never know who you’ll meet and it’s always fun to chat with the people who drop by.

late morning, a woman stopped by my table and asked if all my books were in large print. (She’d seen the large print edition of Cammie Takes Flight on my table.) I explained to her that my publisher had the large print edition printed especially for that book as it was set at the Halifax School for the Blind. The older woman with her spoke up and said that she’d gone to that school. I was immediately intrigued, and told her that my mother had also gone to the school there! Since the school would have had approximately 150 students at the time my mum attended, I knew there was a good chance that they would have at least heard of one another other. And of course this woman did remember my mother. We chatted for a little and I told her a bit about Mum and what had been going on lately in her life. She asked for my mother’s phone number, and left with a large print copy of Cammie Takes Flight. As she was leaving, she said to the woman with her, “This just made my coming here worth while.” I can’t tell you how her words warmed my heart.

The real surprise came when, during our conversation, I asked this woman where she lived and discovered that she lived in the very same community as Mum, and had lived there for twenty-five years. I mean really? I couldn’t believe it. I was so excited.

When I got back to Mum’s I told her about the woman I’d met, and of course she remembered her. She said that she and my step dad often wondered about her and had no idea of how get in touch. While they’d kept in contact with many of the people at the school, they hadn’t a clue where this particular woman had been living all these years. But really? What are the chances she’d be living in the same town?

And in case you’re wondering, Mum received a much welcomed phone call two evenings later from her old school friend and I can tell you after 65 years they had plenty of catching up to do. In fact, it will likely take a lot of hours for them to truly catch up.

They’ve made tentative plans to get together once the holidays are over and I can’t tell you how much this chance meeting with a friend from my mother’s past has meant to her, especially at this time.

I’m a firm believe in the wonders of the Universe. At this stage in my life, I consider myself old and wise enough to accept the fact that there are things in life that cannot be explained, nor should they be. When I think of how so many things worked together to help reunite these two friends, right from the fact that I hadn’t been absolutely sure I’d be able to go to the festival this year, I can’t help thinking that it is one of those things that was meant to be.

As I said earlier, it did my heart good, and I’m so glad that a large print edition of Cammie Takes Flight played a small part in it all.

Not Another Book

It’s been a very busy time for me with my first novel for adults about to be published in the spring and the ARCs soon going to print. While I’ve had three books published for kids, this one feels a bit different in some respects with a different audience. And while a lot of adults do read my kids book, I’m sure kids will not be reading this one. Just so you know, this doesn’t mean that I’ll no longer write for kids because I will. As many of you know I also have two books for kids coming out. The prequel to the Cammie books is scheduled for publication next fall, plus I have another book due out in Fall 2022, but wait….there’s more.

yes I did say more.

I just signed another contract for a book, set in Germany in the 1700’s that is due to be published in the Fall of 2021!

So it looks as though I’ll be quite busy for the next little while with edits and book promotions, and four books coming out in the next three years. I’ll continue to keep you in the loop, though. I’m sure the time will fly, and I’ll continue to work on new projects. I’ve got several books simmering along as we speak, which is nothing unusual for me, and hopefully, one day they’ll all see publication.

Today is the first day of December. I, for one, am glad to see November over and done with. I hope this month goes well for all of us as we make the first steps into December.

Thanks for reading!

Good Mothers Don’t–Cover Reveal

I’m excited to be able to show you all the cover to my first novel for adults. And guess what? It finally has a title, which is a good thing, too, because now I know what to call it! ( If you read an earlier blog post, you likely know that for a time the novel had been nameless. But no more.)

Good Mothers Don’t will be released on April 30th 2020 by Nimbus Publishing & Vagrant Press, which still seems like a long ways away, but I promise you, it’ll come quicker than you think.

If you’d like to read a quick blurb to get an idea of what the book is about, just click on the link HERE and it will take you to the Nimbus site. I’m not sure when it will be available for pre-order (people have been asking) but as soon as I have that information, I’ll pass it along.


Another Day to be Thankful

Gratitude helps us to see what is there instead of what isn’t. ~~Annette Bridges

It’s Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada but this post is not only for my Canadian readers but for readers from no matter where you are. It’s all about gratitude and gratitude knows no boundaries.

It seems no matter what we’re going through in life, there are always things to be thankful for if we look closely enough. Family and friends come first to mind for me. Without these two, the rest might feel meaningless. But even without family and friends in the equation, gratitude can be found in so many of the little things in life. The fall colours we’ve been seeing this past while, for instance. Our world is filled with beauty with each season we enter. I wonder sometimes if we don’t take the passing seasons for granted. I’m sure there have been times in my own life when I was just too busy to take time to be grateful for all the colours in our world.

Sometimes gratitude can come to us in the form of an email or  phone call from someone just checking in with us to see how things are going. I also have a few friends who still use the telephone, (yay them!) who take a moment every so often the call me and I can’t tell you how grateful I have been for these calls over the years. And yes, I return the calls from time to time as well, except with on particular friend who is long distance. But we both know and understand that. Right, Darlene?

So along with my family and friends, I am so grateful at this moment for my upcoming books, all the beautiful fall colours that surround us, and for those people who take just a moment from time to time to find out about what’s going on in my world! But there are so, so many other things, big and small. I couldn’t possibly mention them all!

I’ll leave you with a few gratitude quote that I found online.

“The more grateful I am, the more beauty I see.” – Mary Davis

“Thankfulness is the beginning of gratitude. Gratitude is the completion of thankfulness. Thankfulness may consist merely of words. Gratitude is shown in acts.” – Henri Frederic Amiel

“This is a wonderful day. I’ve never seen this one before.” – Maya Angelou

“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words but to live by them.” – John F. Kennedy

“Gratitude unlocks all that’s blocking us from really feeling truthful, really feeling authentic and vulnerable and happy.” – Gabrielle Bernstein

“Gratitude helps us to see what is there instead of what isn’t.” – Annette Bridges

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” – Marcel Proust

“Count your rainbows, not your thunderstorms.” – Alyssa Knight

For all my Canadian readers, I hope you have a lovely Thanksgiving.

What do you have to be grateful for in your life at the moment?

Exciting Cammie News!

I was planning to write a quiet post about how quickly summer is passing by but heck, I’m just going to throw all that out and make this super exciting announcement.

I recently signed my third book contract in less than a year. Yup. You read that right—three!

This recent book, that BTW I finished writing last winter, is the prequel to the other two Cammie books. Making it, I guess, a trilogy. Who knew? Well, me, but that’s to be expected.

The book is set in East Chester around the time Cammie was born and it fills in a lot of the details of Cammie’s life—who her parents really are and just how she came to be living with bootlegging Millie Turple in Tanner. We also learn some more about Evelyn and his father Jim Merry; lots about the Ideal Maternity Home, as well.

It’s due to be published in the Fall of 2020 which means the book that was previously scheduled for that slot had to be bumped to Fall 2021. Just a little shuffling as it seemed to make sense to bring this book out sooner rather than later, seeing how Cammie Takes Flight was published back in 2017.

So there’s my late summer news and I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am. I’ve been sitting on this for awhile and was just bursting to tell!

But eventually, we all have to come back down to earth. Right? Even authors who have signed three book contracts in less than a year!!

I’m back writing again, looking through some material I wrote years ago and trying to decide if it still has value. This could take some time.

In the meantime, if all goes according to plan, the second round of edits on my still untitled adult fiction novel will be underway sometime in September. And as soon as we find the perfect title I’ll be sure to share it with you.

I hope you’re all having a spectacular summer.

The Reason I Took off my Wedding Ring

Someone recently got up the courage to ask me why I haven’t been wearing my wedding ring. After all, a wedding ring is a big deal to a lot of people. It symbolizes marriage and deep devotion. It says, “Hands off you’re mine.”And to take off that wedding ring might mean something is going on.

To be honest, I’m sure this person had noticed months ago but was only just working up the courage to ask. It may even have been the topic of conversation on several occasions with speculations made as to what was going on with the Bests. (Okay, I live in a tiny community; I know how these things work.)

People notice things, small things. They talk. They whisper. They wonder. They become concerned for their neighbours.

For the record, I’m not a noticer of these small things. I would be the last person to notice what someone had, or didn’t have, on their finger. Most times, I couldn’t describe someone’s jewelry to you or even what they were wearing. So if you’re ever in a line-up and I’m there to point you out for a crime, you can breathe easy. Just saying.

But you’re a writer, you might argue. Writers should notice details.

To this I would say: I do notice details, just not your details.

Let me explain.

I’ve always found long descriptions in books a little tedious and even struggle to picture these things in my mind if they are totally unfamiliar to me. But I can describe in detail what a character is feeling when they lose their best friend or when someone close to them dies or betrays them.; breaks their heart, or makes them laugh. You get the picture. Those are the details I notice—emotional details. As a reader, these are the things that will get to me in the end.

So, to end all the speculation as to why I took of my wedding ring off, I’ll post this picture. It’s a dandy as you can see, with plenty of detail.

Last fall, I got into a little trouble when my knuckle decided to swell. A real pickle as a friend of mine would put it! I had been working outside in the cold and wet for days, and by the time I noticed that my finger was swelling, (Didn’t I tell you I don’t notice things?) well, there was no way that ring was coming off. (Strangely, the previous winter, my ring was so loose I was afraid it was going to fall off.)

So with little or no room to spare, my finger started to get claustrophobic—yes, you read that right—and even I had to stop thinking about the fact that the little gold band I’d been wearing for nearly 40 yrs was becoming increasingly tighter. Each morning I checked to make sure I could turn it and that the blood was still circulating. And, each morning, I’d take a bit of comfort in the fact my finger wasn’t purple or gangrenous and was probably going to live another day.

But regardless, that ring wasn’t coming off.

Now, the thing about a ring that won’t come off is this: when you tell others about your woes, they know they’re the one who’s going to get that frigging thing off regardless of the fact that the ring is a size 4 ½ and your knuckle, at this point, is about a 6+.

I showed my oldest sister, the nurse. She was going to take charge. Older sisters do that, you know. She rolled up her sleeves and declared that if I could stand the pain she could get the dang thing off. Okay, so right there, I’m not liking the sound of that. I mean, who likes pain? You? Cause I sure don’t. She marched my finger (and me) over to the sink and proceeded to dump dish washing liquid over it making a slippery path. That sucker was coming off. She was sure. And while my size 4 ½ ring slipped around and around my finger, it came to an abrupt halt when it crossed paths with my size 6+ knuckle.
I was never very good at math (writing was more my thing) but even I knew that a size 4 ½ ring won’t go over a size 6 knuckle, no way, no how. Still, she pressed on—literally.. She was going to do it no matter what. I wasn’t actually screaming at that point so I guess I was still “standing the pain.” More dish detergent and running cold water—that would do the trick! Now, I’ll give credit where credit is due. She did get it about half-ways over my knuckle but as I said 4 1/2 won’t go over 6. Needless to say, the ring didn’t come off.

Meanwhile Hubby took a less painful approach. He went to the drugstore and brought home some supplies, specials creams that would take away the swelling from arthritis. We greased the finger and, saying a silent prayer, I went to bed expecting that by some miracle the promises written on the bottle was going kick in and miraculously take away all the swelling. That ring would be off come morning.

Or not.

Next up, I mentioned my dilemma to my son. He was going to take charge. (Son’s do that, God bless their hearts.) Being, well a young person, he took a more contemporary approach. He watched some Youtube Videos that described an easy foolproof method of painlessly removing a ring. He rolled up his sleeves. Like my sister before him, he was going to get that sucker off.

Following the Youtube video instructions he cut off a length of dental floss. All you do is slip a piece under the ring and start winding the floss around it and voila the ring pops off. Sounds great in theory and worked quite slick on the video but you can forget the fact that (listen to me people) a 4 ½ size ring WILL NOT go over a size 6 knuckle.

I did say painlessly, didn’t I? I was screaming even before the ring reached my knuckle. Childbirth had nothing on this! To tell the truth, I was screaming the second he started wrapping that thin piece of floss around my finger.( Boy doesn’t know his own strength.) But he didn’t stop. He was going to get it off.

My finger was bright purple by that time and Hubby had to turn away because he gets a little squeamish in these situations. To tell the truth, even I couldn’t look.

Hubby stepped in then and told my son to stop. At least I think he did. I couldn’t hear much over the screaming at that point. Shortly before the floss sliced off my finger, he was forced to give up. That sucker definitely wasn’t coming off because regardless of how hard you try– a size 4 ½ ring won’t go over a size 6 knuckle.

My daughter, who worked as a ward clerk for years at the hospital suggested my sister again. “The nurses have a way to get rings of fingers,” she said. Of course, what she failed to tell me at the time was, the reason they have such success taking off rings is because the fingers belong to corpses. Believe me, I had a ways to go before I reached that point.

The day of my book signing last November, I went into the jewelry store to see if it could be cut off. (FYI the ring , not my finger) It could. But of course I didn’t want it cut off. The jeweler was nice and told me that if the skin under the ring turned white my finger was in trouble and I would have to get it removed right away. My finger wasn’t white and I could still move the ring which seemed like good signs. I decided to wait. Cutting it off would be a last resort. Perhaps this ring just wasn’t meant to come off.

And then a miracle happened!

Maybe not a miracle, but you’ve got to admit that sounded kind of cool. Didn’t it?

So the day of said miracle, I came home from work and noticed that there was a bit more room under my ring than there was previously. Dare I? I thought as I gently turned it around while inching slowly toward my knuckle.

“I think it might just come off,” I said to Hubby as I went for the dish washing detergent. And low and behold that sucker finally came off! Somehow my size 6 knuckle had shrunk down to a size 4 ½ . I was in bliss.

And the moral of the story is—other than a size 4 ½ ring won’t go over a size 6 knuckle—be patient. Don’t force things. Sometimes your body has other plans. and if your ring-finger starts swelling, for the love of God NOTICE IT!

And so here I am, coming up to my 40th Anniversary tomorrow, bare finger on my left hand for all the world to see but I’m not concerned. While a ring is a symbol of marriage, it isn’t the marriage. If the ring is gone, the marriage doesn’t disappear.

I haven’t tried to put the ring back on. My knuckle still seems to be a bit swollen. To tell the truth I may have to get it enlarged. (The ring, not my knuckle.)


My Deserted Island

Across the lake from where I live there’s an island. Plenty of trees but nothing else, it’s basically deserted, if you want to use that term, although we have seen the remains  of human activity left behind on the shores from time to time while out in our boat; the remnants of small camp fires and some empty bottles.

I was thinking today how writing is sometimes like being on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere, where your only thought is of survival—survival of the story, that is—with little contact with the outside world. You’re in hermit-mode—thinking, eating and breathing the story you’re working on. You can’t keep your thoughts on anything other than that dang story which can become kind of a convenient excuse for your own forgetfulness with those in the outside world. Things like not remembering what you were going for in the refrigerator or even the next room, the phone calls and emails you forgot to return. I like to call it author-brain, kind of like mommy-brain when all you think about is that little bundle of joy( or story) you’re suddenly responsible for. Don’t bother the author, her mind’s on her writing.

These past few weeks have been kind of like that; kind of, but not quite.( I’ve still had family time that I wouldn’t trade for all the stories that are circulating in my author-brain.)

I’ve started edits on my adult fiction novel recently and have just sent round one back to my editor. I’ve got to be honest, it’ always difficult to hit that *send* key and resist the urge to keep making changes, some so tiny that no one would ever know, except the author. But eventually you have to let go, the same way you let go of your child when you send her/him out into the big scary world. And it’s been pretty scary out there as of late.

All authors want their books to be perfect, and if not perfect, then as near to perfect as is humanly possible. Still, the typos pop up, the missing commas or periods, the misplaced words—all these things, regardless of how many proofreaders go through it with a fine tooth comb. Still, it’s something to aim for.

As many of you know, this is my debut adult fiction novel which doesn’t mean I won’t be writing for kids anymore. It just means, I’ll be doing both. I’ve several other adult novels that need to be resurrected after years of neglect. It was more like I got side-tracked. I’m really hoping to get back to them soon. But…I’ve also a few more ideas for children’s books as well. Why can’t there be more time in the day?

As of yet, this next novel of mine is titleless which isn’t really a word but I felt like using it. Titles are important but can sometimes be SO difficult to come up with. I was lucky with my first three book but this one has been a bit more challenging.

Another snippet I can share with you is that much of it is set in the Forties Settlement which, as many of you know, is right next door to good old E. Dalhousie. I like to give my stories local settings or use local name places. It’s important to me to share my part of the world with readers from far and wide.

I’m hoping I’ll find time to blog a bit more often, although it seems I’m forever promising that. It’s not as if I purposely ignore that promise but I’ve been putting more time into my actual writing these days which is probably more important. Perhaps when I’m fully retired I’ll make more time.

So that’s it for now. The edits are back in my editor’s hands and I’m getting ready to work on a project I started about nine years ago. I’ll be off on my deserted island at least for a little. They say that publishing is a slow business. It takes plenty of patience, but then so is writing sometimes.

I hope you’re all having a wonder summer and are enjoying this beautiful Nova Scotia sunshine. I’d love to hear what you’ve been doing this summer.

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