October Light, a writer expressing doubts (IWSG), and ghosts

There is something about the long low light in the autumn that completely seduces me. It makes me feel like cozying up under my plaid with the wood stove going and a good book to read. The crisper mornings lead me to grand ideas of what I might accomplish in a day. These two ideas may seem at odds but truly if I can keep them in balance life is perfection.

It is the first today and I have a 'good luck with that' to do list full of hopes and dreams. There are the garden and produce things - more tomato sauce to make and freeze and I went apple picking yesterday so we probably have about seven bushels to process somehow. The fella is in the kitchen now juicing up a bunch with our new juicer. I need to clean up a few garden beds and the fridge and two freezers need sorting as well.

October first means the first day of one of my favourite challenges - Inktober. Every day I will make a sketch, drawing, wee painting or something in that line. This will be my fifth or sixth year of doing it and so far I've been faithful. I have a big idea this year which may be my undoing - I want to do versions of retro travel posters as the prompts seem to be wandering themed. I like to have one month where I know I'll be making art every day although lately I've been painting quite a bit.

And of course, as you read this, it is another meeting of the 

Insecure Writer's Support Group! 

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

I haven't a whole lot positive to say about my writing practice but I'll jump in anyway. I write a piece for my Substack newsletter called Dispatches every week and I'm up to 32 I think. It is a good practice and I like the short essay format. I'm working away on my play Oh Well and truly trying not to think too much about my three finished novel manuscripts as I'm a bit depressed about them. I can share that with you because you are mostly all writers and you know what I mean. The submission process is such a frustrating one of hurry up and wait and I'm not sure I've got the cojones to keep on with it. I'm sure I'll rally someday, but right now I'm satisfied with my essays and play. I want to write not wait. I'm a writer not a waiter. 

As to my favourite ghostly tale ... hmm... well the one that springs to mind isn't scary. It's kind of nice. My fella and I lived in Labrador for five years in his mother's house. She died the year after we moved there and every so often I'd be in bed before the fella when I'd feel someone get into bed beside me. I knew right away it was Ruby. Our bed was right where hers had been and besides I just knew. I'd just say softly to her, "It's okay Ruby. You can rest now." and that'd be that. 

Here's my first Inktober post - the prompt was 'backpack'.

Fresh Notebooks and the Insecure Writer's Support Group

 First though...I missed last month's post for IWSG. I'm not mad at myself but rather mystified. I did have a lot going on - my newly discovered half-sister came out to stay and so did my regular full-sister - they had not met. It was kind of wild and great. My new sister had never been to Nova Scotia so we took her to Peggy's Cove and Lunenburg and for a million fish & chips or lobster rolls. We played a lot of cards, looked at lots of old photo albums and talked. So I forgot to write my post and truly didn't even think of it until about the middle of the month. Strange.

But now I'm back. I'm back to all my routines - back to my meditation practice, doing yoga daily and hopefully writing and painting a lot more. I lost my writing painting studio for two weeks so there was that too. 

Ahem...cough...ahem. Come to order please! It is time for the monthly meeting of the Insecure Writer's Support Group. (sign up here for all the fun)

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

I'm not going to address this month's question, which is what did you learn in school that messed up your writing or something like that. Wait, I'll go look - 

September 4 question - Since it's back to school time, let's talk English class. What's a writing rule you learned in school that messed you up as a writer?

The reason I'm not going to answer that perfectly acceptable question is that I cannot remember. I sort of think I just didn't pay any attention or let any rules bother me in any way. In university (where I went when I was forty) a professor told me that I had three comma splices in one paper and she usually would fail a paper with those errors but my writing was compelling and she gave me an A. Commas have been my downfall and I think I have some sort of comma aphasia as no matter how many times I look at how to use them correctly I forget. 

So I'm going to make up my own question. Here it is:

September 4 question - Since it's back to school time, let's talk fresh notebooks. What are you going to do to succeed this year in your school writing projects?

Hmm...I do have that wonderful fresh start feeling and I have several projects to work on. I think I will just make small doable goals and stick to them. I have decided to send our my newest ms Butter and Snow to three different agents or publishers a month. I know that isn't a lot but there is one I'm really after and I'm waiting until they are taking submissions again. I'm hoping that will be tomorrow as I think they just held up for the summer.  At any rate that is the first project. The second is to work on this play I started, the working title is Oh Well. My plan is to finish twenty-five pages by the end of September. A workable size for a two act play is about 50 pages so I could finish a rough draft by the end of October. Oh Well is inspired by one of my favourite plays, Waiting for Godot. I wanted to direct that play with an all women cast but apparently I can't until 2055 and I plan on being dead then so...  This is something writers need to consider - Beckett said his plays are to be played by the gender he specified in the plays. I believe he wouldn't do that today, but the trust taking care of his plays has no choice but to keep to it.  I have a producer and theatre in mind and I will work with the producer to kick up some start-up dough. All fun. Unlike novels playwriting quickly becomes such a collaborative art form. In that way it can be frustrating but also deeply fun. I am not starting another novel until one of the three I have that are completely finished sells. I just don't want to and I'm the boss of me (unlike when I was in English class and Mr. Bird was the boss of me). The third and ongoing project is writing an essay weekly for my substack Dispatches. I've written about 27 of them so far and I really like the format. I write whatever strikes my fancy and it keeps my writing muscles in some sort of shape. 

So there it is - my nice clean notebook. Will I sully it? Undoubtedly, but until I do I'm going to enjoy this delicious September feeling.

And what are you my dear writer pals up to, as the garden continues to ripen and produce in this part of the world, and the swimming is still lovely, and all those pesky kids are chained to their desks?

Oh Canada and Wilderness and the Insecure Writers Support Group meeting

As I write this it is July 1st or Canada Day as we call it here in uh...Canada. So I'm going to post early this week. Because I secretly love Canada Day. I am not sure why - it really wasn't a big deal when we were kids. Probably because we had just gotten free from school and it just blended into that general bliss. I don't want to be too jingoistic but I do love our country. And mostly I love it for the countryness of it. The thing is we aren't so populated as our neighbours to the south and certainly not as populated as European countries or well anywhere I don't think. We have a lot of big vistas, rolling hills, mountains - for yes we too have the Rockies only our part of that range is quite a bit more rugged. I can say that with complete conviction having lived in the mountains on both sides of the border. The Canadian Rockies really rock. And the prairies are truly waves of gold and the north is awesome in the original meaning. I have lived in these provinces - Alberta, Manitoba, Ontario, Nova Scotia, British Columbia and Labrador (now called Newfoundland & Labrador but that is just silly - I didn't live in Newfoundland).  So coast to coast to coast (Labrador being on the Labrador Sea). I have been to many National Parks and many Provincial Parks. If you ask me a favourite wild place in Canada I will not answer you - it depends on what I'm looking for. I love all of Nova Scotia - it's variety and beauty from stunning Peggy's Cove (near where I live) to the highlands of Cape Breton. Being the daughter of Manitobans I completely think the prairies are fantastic - the big sky, the space! I feel so at home in the countryside of the Ottawa Valley in Ontario, the stone farmhouses and jumbly fields. The foothills in Alberta (where I was born) bring out my inner cowgirl and British Columbia is so wildly beautiful with its towering trees, mountains and the Pacific Ocean lapping at its edges. Labrador is a different beast altogether - tundra, rivers, it's crazy beauty in winter, its quiet powerful presence at all times.

I love the art inspired by this wildness, Emily Carr, the Group of Seven, Maude Lewis, Tom Thompson. As a budding landscape painter I am thrilled in just the attempt to bring the beauty I see to others. The land of Labrador inspired my first novel The Crooked Knife which focused on some of the ecocide that is happening in that part of the world.

                                    Into the forest by Emily Carr

                          mine - coming into Canmore, Alberta

Today, had it not been pouring with rain, the fella and I were going to take out the canoe he's been rebuilding all winter for its maiden voyage. We were just going to cross the road and go in from our lovely neighbours beach. We wanted to do it today because it is the anniversary of our second date when we went canoeing in Prospect Bay, 22 years ago. We don't mind a rainy day though. Last year we had terrible forest fires and we are happy to see the small brooks rise up again in our part of paradise. 

So happy birthday to this land - which of course was already here in 1867 when Confederation occurred. If we can remember why this is a countryside worth preserving, that held peoples both First Nation and Inuit that are worth honouring, well then that would be truly wonderful. 

And now for something not completely different...

The monthly meeting of the Insecure Writers Support Group is now in session.

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

The awesome co-hosts for the July 3 posting of the IWSG are JS Pailly, Rebecca Douglass, Pat Garcia, Louise-Fundy Blue, and Natalie Aguirre!

In keeping with my theme of landscape I am happy to post an article I wrote for Kate Juniper's  site  Juniper Editing & Creative in which I wrote a piece on writing and place.

Place as Character

Whether I’m writing a novel, a memoir, a poem, or a play, the very first thing I do is situate the story in a time and place, metaphorically giving the reader some ground to stand on. To me place is so much more than a location’s physical features: it holds a unique and particular culture, right down to the mannerisms of its inhabitants. Place is in the way an Inuk lifts his eyebrows for yes and scrunches them down for no. It is the slump in the shoulders of a group of old men looking out as they watch the ice on the bay breaking up in March when it shouldn’t break up until May. It is how one neighbourhood has persnickety front gardens and another is strewn with the corpses of trucks and piles of garbage next to front doors.

In most of what I’ve written, the place is a character in its own right, and so it needs the full treatment I would give to any other person inhabiting my story. What is the place’s history? How do its people treat it? What challenges does it face, and how does it respond? What story does it want, or even need, told?

The latest works I’ve been writing—mystery novels, poems, and essays—are all located in Labrador: a place my partner’s family came from and that he knows very well. We lived there for five years, during which time I grew to love and despair of the place in equal measure. It can be a very challenging environment—long cold winters, isolated communities, and a history of being misunderstood and pillaged for its natural resources. It is wild and beautiful and frightening. It intrigued me and infuriated me. Writing it into my work was a way that I could begin to come to understand it, or at the very least understand its impact on me.

Because I treat my location as yet another character, I look at what I imagine the place wants, just as I do my protagonists, my villains, and anyone else inhabiting the world I’m creating. Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia, where I set an early mystery, seemed to want to be respected for its wild and dangerous side, instead of always being reduced to the single note of its view. Annapolis Royal, also in Nova Scotia, has an old and curious history that demanded I allow for a certain atmospheric quality given to it by its long history as a habitat. Where both Labrador and Peggy’s Cove are primarily their physical environment – the land and ocean itself, Annapolis Royal must include the buildings, the imprint of the humans who lived on that spot over the centuries.

Labrador struggles with being dismissed as the land God gave to Cain, a description of Labrador by explorer Jacques Cartier. He was alluding to Genesis 4, in which Cain, having killed his brother, is condemned to till land that is barren. Labrador is at once dismissed by outsiders as being an inhospitable place, unfriendly, and plundered by the same for its natural resources. Meanwhile, the people who live there—the Innu, Inuit and settler communities—try their best to protect it from large-scale exploitation.

Place, in my mind, is the very best way to evoke atmosphere, and is also so effective as a means to evoke emotion. Within a place are many locations: frightening (a dark wood on a moonless night); transcendent (a wild beach below the Northern Lights); comforting (a roaring fire, a chair, a lamp within a home the protagonist loves). It can help the reader understand a character by what they can ‘see’ of their surroundings (do they live like an ascetic monk, or a bohemian collector of oddities?) and how they respond to their surroundings.

Most importantly, setting the story in a tangible place that evokes the senses embodies the reading experience: it transports your reader to that different world, where they can sink into the story entirely, feeling safe enough to get lost. And I believe most readers would tell you being lost in a story is the very best place to be.

June is here!

It is another meeting of the Insecure Writers Support Group. We meet the first Wednesday of every month. 

 Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

June 5 question - In this constantly evolving industry, what kind of offering/service do you think the IWSG should consider offering to members?

Geesh! I don't know. I like what the IWSG already offers - in particular the ongoing sharing and encouraging and the safe haven for all of us. I'm becoming more and more allergic to improvement. Casting a wider net may mean you catch more fish, but it could just as easily mean you spend all winter knotting a huge net and finding a bigger boat to haul it out to the fishing grounds and all for very little benefit. I'm becoming an essentialist. To quote the website of Greg McKeown, writer of Essentialism - The Disciplined Pursuit of Less

"By applying a more selective criteria for what is essential, the pursuit of less allows us to regain control of our own choices so we can channel our time, energy and effort into making the highest possible contribution toward the goals and activities that matter."

Or as my daddio, Major General Mo Morrison, would opine "if it ain't broke don't fix it." 

So that's my two cents. Well two cents from Greg and two from Mo. That's their four cents!

Now onto other things. Yesterday (which was really more than a week ago as I have to write this early due to this and that) I called the publisher of my novel. On the phone. Weird right? I'd had over five months of emailing him, waiting a century or two to hear back and then trying again, all in the hopes of getting the rights to my novel returned to me. Guess he's a busy guy. Anyway I was desperate to have this done so I can jump into the joy and bliss of querying the second in the series. Which I couldn't do with him holding onto the rights. So he answered the phone (!! right?) and agreed immediately to my last offer. Now I'm waiting for the email he promised. I will then be free. A gay divorcee! 

Yesterday I got my garden in. Calloo Callay. today it is raining not just cats and dogs but rhinoceroses and hippopotami. Yes it is. Hope my poor little innocent bedding plants make it through or that'll be like I spilled a bottle of the most expensive Scotch. Maybe the plants are a bit cheaper but not if you include labour. 

I love that it is raining however. It has been desperate dry here and you may recall (probably don't why would you?) that last year at this time we had dreadful and very frightening fires that went on and on. Then a flood. 

Ah well.

I'll be away for a few days doing a Buddhist program so am getting this out early.

And by the way I do a weekly essay on Substack called Dispatches. If you are interested, it is completely free and it is just me rambling on. 

 

 

May Day

May 1st!  Happy May Day! But who has encroached on this wondrous day that celebrates spring in all its craziness? What - it's a day to reflect on the plight of the worker? Aw fudge. I don't wanna. Don't get me wrong - I'm a union girl down to my toes. Why when my first child was born over 54 years ago, I went into labour at 9 am and delivered at 5. But I want to celebrate mayflowers (so sweet, so elusive, so fragrant) and hope that the merlins come back to have their next batch of kids here again, and get my peas in again (durn birds ate the first bunch I put in). I want to make a flower crown and lie about in the grass dreaming of swimming. Here's the version of May Day that I want: (Wikepedia naturally)

May Day is a European festival of ancient origins marking the beginning of summer, usually celebrated on 1 May, around halfway between the spring equinox and summer solstice.^] Festivities may also be held the night before, known as May Eve. Traditions often include gathering wildflowers and green branches, weaving floral garlands, crowning a May Queen (sometimes with a male companion), and setting up a Maypole, May Tree or May Bush, around which people dance. Bonfires are also part of the festival in some regions. Regional varieties and related traditions include Walpurgis Night in central and northern Europe, the Gaelic festival Beltane, the Welsh festival Calan Mai, and May devotions to the Blessed Virgin Mary. Europe,  It has also been associated with the ancient Roman festival Floralia.

Besides we already have a day for the worker in Canada - it is Labour Day and it happens the first Monday in September. Proper thing.

Of course today also marks the monthly celebration of the insecure writer, as does the first Wednesday in every month. Go to this spot to sign up or find other writers banging on about their insecurities. Insecure Writers Support Group

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. 

Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!

Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG.

The awesome co-hosts for the May 1 posting of the IWSG are Victoria Marie Lees, Kim Lajevardi, Nancy Gideon, and Cathrina Constantine!

May 1 question - How do you deal with distractions when you are writing? Do they derail you?

May 1 answer: Well duh, yes, distractions aren't distractions if they don't derail you.  How do I deal with them when I'm writing? I entertain them for awhile. I let them take me away on clouds of inconsequentiality and then when they are distracted themselves I smack them and send them packing! Positively everything is distracting to me when I am trying to focus. And I meditate every day so I'm well aware that all distractions begin and end in my own head space. And no, it isn't true that knowing a problem is half a problem solved. But being so well used to them I can give you my list of ways to derail my distractions before they completely take over.

1. Have a list of things I really want to finish every day. It shouldn't be a huge list - just two or three things to do with writing projects such as get one query out, or write 2000 words in wip or research microscopic black holes for book on Shag Harbour incident.

2. Give myself a time limit on distractions. For example : allow myself half an hour to watch youtube on how to train my dog to do the cha cha. Or tell myself that after working steadily for an hour and a half I can go to the kitchen and start a batch of cookies.

3. Instead of focusing on the distractions or distract myself by worrying about the distractions, I try and focus on what is going well. I climb the mountain of possibility instead of falling over the cliff of despair. I reward myself often (just with little things but still) knowing that I'm the kind of work horse that responds better to the carrot than the stick.

4. Remind myself that if I'm being particularly distracted it is usually because I'm afraid for some reason of going forward with writing. Then I spend a bit of time sleuthing out my apprehension. That usually works a treat.

Okay - back to work I go. I have one more post to write and a query to make.

So Happy May Day everyone! I'm going to go pick mayflowers and loll about in the grass.