Monthly Archives May 2011

Fog Lifted

“Hidden, oh hidden/in the high fog/the house we live in/beneath the magnetic rock/rain – /rainbow-ridden…” - Elizabeth Bishop, “Song for the Rainy Season” Recently I managed a much-needed visit with the Non-Resident-Non-Teenager (NRNT). What better way to lift the fog? Between visits and glimpses of sun there was time for some writerly indulgences and observations: - My pen exploded ink all over my fingers and notebook. Will
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Two (well, three) Book Launches

“Greenish-white dogwood infiltrated the wood each petal burned, apparently, by a cigarette-butt…” - Elizabeth Bishop, “A Cold Spring” The cold spring continues unabated in Nova Scotia, not quite 40 days and 40 nights of rain, but enough that we all might begin to grow moss on our heads. How warming to the soul are the launches of two brilliant, beautiful books! Sandra Barry’sĀ ELIZABETH BISHOP: Nova Scotia’s “Home-made”
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Time to Think

“A short story is as long as a piece of string.” - Alistair MacLeod The Symphony season has ended. The weather is damp, cold, and uninviting, perfect conditions for me to put my writer’s hat on, dust off my nice new desk, and get back to work. I’m happy to get back to the fiction-writing way of thinking, that is, going inwards and messing around with ideas
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Time Granted

“His beak is focussed; he is preoccupied, looking for something, something, something. Poor bird, he is obsessed!” - Elizabeth Bishop, “Sandpiper” Arrived in the mail today a cheque from the Nova Scotia government dating i norge. A jury of writers decided I should have it. This isn’t a brag, but an expression of relief and gratitude, in that order; relief that I’ll be able to carry on
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