Found on Floor – Reading

She pulled out the magnifier and peered intently at them.

Chapter 27, Eye of the Magpie

I came across this little darling in my Costco store, sitting quietly, engrossed in her reading. Mom was across the aisle, sock shopping. I asked and received permission to take the photo. The little girl smiled up at me and nonchalantly accepted my direction not to look at my phone but to continue reading. Both mom and daughter liked the picture but did not ask for a copy – a sign of our selfie state, we don’t need extra photos, thank you ever so much.

What tickled me about the scene was that she was happily reading, engrossed in her reading, that invisible umbilical cord between parent and child was long and slack, neither seemed concerned about where the other was. And that spoke to me that this was a normal, everyday thing for them. It was a testament of faith for me. Here was a whole new generation rising up the age ladder and this one exhibited a love of reading.

As a writer I sometimes feel I am shouting into the wind. I wonder if there is anyone out there interested in my stories. Oh, I’ve received much oral feedback that my first book was a page-turner, that the person could not put it down, that he/she loved my tale. Fleeting encouragement, happily received. Enough to keep me going and working on my second novel, as yet unnamed.

This picture will not get deleted from my phone. When the moment comes where I need inspiration to keep going (and those moments are many) then I will pull out my phone and peek at it and smile.

Yes! There are readers out there. Yes! They love stories. Perhaps even mine.

Inspiration from the Super Blood Wolf Moon’s Eclipse

Now you have my curiosity all stirred up. What did you find?” said Glenda to Aimee.

Chapter 27, Eye of the Magpie

Sunday night’s event really excited me. I was compelled to step out on my back porch every ten or fifteen minutes to peer up at the moon just to see what it looked like now.

It was like being a kid again, think about it. As babies we got excited looking at the blades of grass just beyond our blanket and we had achieved the ultimate if we could just wiggle our way off the blanket and grab a fistful of the stuff. Then we progressed to walking and think of the glow we got from pulling out all the pots and pans from the bottom cupboards or digging our little hands into a potted plant and tasting it! Eventually the thrill was a new playground with a different slide or merry-go-round. Then before we knew it we were grown and while excited at the prospects, once we were old enough to actually drive and go on trips by ourselves, we began to experience an ennui, a boredom in watching the scenery fly by. More trees or more prairies or GASP! more mountains. Are we there yet? It’s like the storage pot of our visual stimulation has been saturated and NOTHING can possibly be exciting again.

Ergo my joy at being tickled by the changing view of the moon.

Luckily, it was a warm night in Edmonton, while eastern Canada was freezing we were enjoying temperatures hovering just below the zero mark, making winter more than tolerable. (A bit of a twist there from the ordinary.)

I went to bed with an insight about winter: we plan winter projects to keep us busy, a chair to recover, a room to paint, a novel to finish. Yet, if you are like me, we procrastinate all winter long. Why? I think part of it is the light. It is damn hard to get up in the morning to the dark and then the day ends early, so, oh, I’m done working on this, look at how dark it is, what’s for supper? And the other part is the cold. I wanna stay under the covers, snuggled nice and cosy and warm. I don’t wanna go outside. We become recluse, sluggish and turn into under-achievers.

Compare that to a summer morning. The sun is bright in the beautiful blue sky, the aspen whisper “come out, come out,” with every breeze, the flowers smell sumptuous. The outdoors beckons to us. We wake up invigorated. We jump out of bed and are occupied until we plunk back down into it. There’s errands and gardening and house things to keep us busy and visiting and going for picnics and hikes and festivals and all kinds of outdoor things to do. We’re no longer held hostage by our couches and Netflix, who has time for that! and suddenly any deadlines we have are met, even surpassed.

Don’t get me wrong, we still socialize in the winter and wander out into the cold. This past weekend we had a get-together with friends and went for a hike Sunday afternoon out and around Lake Chickakoo. However, most nights we’re ready for bed by nine-thirty. Compare that with summer, we’re still out and about at nine-thirty at night, why, it’s not even dark yet!

So, yes, I admit I have been lazy of late. It is time to crack the whip and get going. My goal is to have my second novel completed to the first draft stage by May. The countdown starts now. Winter be damned. Thank you, Moon.


Kindred spirits to the end.

Chapter 34, Eye of the Magpie

Today I was asked how I could be so nice to Mike’s ex. The question took me aback as I met Mike when he was twenty-two and Victoria was nowhere in the picture. She was his first girlfriend when they were both still kids. Would he be uncivil to my first boyfriend if he met him?

All relationships enrich us and they stay a part of us even when we no longer play a role in each other’s lives. (The odd element in this story is that he kept the gift unopened for so long.) And the bonus was that we raised over a thousand dollars for the Christmas Bureau of Edmonton.

Here’s to friendship wherever you find it.

Let me back up a little bit of give you context on the above. While I was writing Eye of the Magpie my husband became an internet sensation over an unopened Christmas gift he has been lugging around with him for 47 years.

Continue reading “RELATIONSHIPS”

The NANOWRIMO Challenge

“Glenda, that is so exciting, you’ll have a whole new project on the go,” exclaimed Aimee

Chapter 58, Eye of the Magpie

Today is the first day of NaNoWriMo for 2018 and I am excited. I have been ruminating over my next novel for some time and I am ready to begin the process of laying it down.

The novel is set on Vancouver Island. Three ladies from Alberta (one is Josie, Aimee Brace’s mother from my first novel, Eye of the Magpie) are on a holiday and the excitement begins when they reach Tofino. They stop for gas at a small country station in the countryside. They are engaged in a conversation which they continue, while refuelling and buying snacks. The trouble is the fellow who is helping them thinks they are talking about him and takes umbrage. He begins to stalk them.

I find it interesting that I am starting this piece of fiction, inspired by the van attack on pedestrians that occurred in Toronto last April, on the same day that it is announced that the case against Alek Minassian will skip a preliminary hearing and head straight to trial, a trial that will take place in ten to eighteen months. The assailant was described as a member of an Incel group, something I had never heard of before. Researching material on the Incel movement is not for the feint of heart. They rail against women and women’s rights in the most graphic and hateful way. To say they are misogynistic is an understatement.

Nanowrimo demands over fifteen hundred words a day to complete successfully. Wish me luck in my endeavour.


They are gifts to be treasured.”

Chapter 58, Eye of the Magpie

While my sales are slow, the feedback I am getting from people is amazing and extremely rewarding, like this one.

Excellent, excellent, excellent!

Wonderful story, captivating and suspenseful.

Very proud of you.

Can’t wait for the next book.

   – Deborah, Sept 13, 2018