I quit Twitter – just a few days ago. I had several reasons, including the re-instatement of the account of that eedjit south of the border. Had enough of him, don’t need more. I have enough trouble juggling three email accounts/identities plus associated duties as permanent or occasional “admin” for several other accounts, two facebook… Continue reading I am an Ex-twitterbird
The hurricane
I promised to write about hurricane Fiona. The best thing I can say is that it could have been worse. Wind took shingles from our barn roof, and rain ran through into the machinery on the main floor below. Two giant maples landed on the old camper that we use only for storage – knocking… Continue reading The hurricane
Time flies
Over the past seven months, every time I decided to write a post for this page, I couldn’t summon enough energy to even hunt for the password. “I’ll do it tomorrow,” I told myself – and wrote it in my day book, aka calendar, for the next day – and the next… and the next…… Continue reading Time flies
Early in the morning
For years and years and years, I rose before dawn and took my coffee to my desk to write for a few hours before breakfast. The Covid-19 pandemic and my cellphone changed that. For the past two years I awoke and relished the thought that there was no rush. I couldn’t go anywhere – at… Continue reading Early in the morning
100 years ago: strange fires at Caledonia Mills
Jan. 16, 2022 One hundred years ago today, tales of ghostly fires at a tiny community south of Antigonish reached the ears of the local Halifax Herald reporter. “Do you want a story?” Harold Whidden, a First World War veteran and business man, queried of his editor. And so, the story of a fire-setting spook… Continue reading 100 years ago: strange fires at Caledonia Mills
When a film crew visits
A few days ago, a film crew arrived at my house to – obviously – film. (What else do film crews do?) This particular bunch, Simple Films, produces a series called Final Draft, which examines Nova Scotia’s book industry: the writers, the publishers, the illustrators, designers, editors and anyone else who may contribute to any… Continue reading When a film crew visits
Art and me
In this case, for this post, Art is not a person – although I know a few human Arts. This post is about “art,” defined in Webster’s New World Dictionary (the one on my shelf is actually quite old) as the “human ability to make things… creativity as distinguished from nature… skill, craftsmanship (or their… Continue reading Art and me
I love this book
Small in the City by Sydney Smith, already the winner of one of Canada’s biggest literary awards, was just selected as the winner of the UK’s Kate Greenaway award for children’s literature. Here is the link to the CBC story with all the information: https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/nova-scotia/sydney-smith-cilip-kate-greenaway-medal-win-1.6067505?__vfz=medium%3Dsharebar I didn’t start this website to promote (and gush over)… Continue reading I love this book
Writing it down
On this date five years ago, I told Facebook that in the previous week I had seen: 1. a dead skunk under the yellow line on the highway; that is, the painting crew painted right across it. 2. A groundhog galloping down the middle of my lane. I clocked him at 10k. 3. two steaming… Continue reading Writing it down
Here we go again…
Nova Scotia has just entered a pandemic lockdown – the second since the coronovirus pandemic began wreaking havoc in this area just over a year ago. For me personally, and immediately, the “close-everything-order” means I had to make new plans to launch my book. Instead of being in-person, with guests carefully masked, sanitized and counted… Continue reading Here we go again…