CFL
Lots of Developments
Friday night and we've just come back from walking
the dog. We're debating cancelling our satellite TV
subscription since we are currently paying about $45
per month for practically nothing. I watched for four
hours the other night and couldn't find one show I
wanted to watch. So I open up Safari and find out
both the PGA golf championship and tonight's CFL
football game between Winnipeg and Hamilton are
available live on-line for free.
Hmmm... What are we paying $45 a month for anyway?
But that's not what I was planning to write about today. I was planning to write about writing.
Why? Because, after a long drought, I can feel the creative juices start to flow again.
Why? Several reasons: first, because my conversations with my nieces got me started on what seems to be a fantastic new Phillip Gold novel, one that is constantly running across my mind, even as I spend a day trimming tree branches; second, because a friend at work mentioned, out of the blue, that she had come across my website some time ago and had really enjoyed reading my new Rowling-world novel, The Way Forward ("It's like the seventh book never ended," she said); and third, because my chat with that same friend, which touched on our mutual love for the old Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books, reminded me of my own Abigail Massey stories and I feel like I want to get back to them as well.
It helps as well that I finally got around to starting the much-abbreviated synopsis of The Silent Goodbye in preparation for my submission of that novel to a publisher.
So things are percolating on the writing side.
On the reading side, things are not so good. I started Dick Francis' Wild Horses on the weekend, only to lose the darn thing. I'm worried that someone accidentally packed the book up and took it back to Ontario with them when my in-laws left on Monday. I might have to go and buy another copy, since losing my original copy stalls my reading plans completely.
And if I could just manage to catch my sister on Skype, life would be even better!
Hmmm... What are we paying $45 a month for anyway?
But that's not what I was planning to write about today. I was planning to write about writing.
Why? Because, after a long drought, I can feel the creative juices start to flow again.
Why? Several reasons: first, because my conversations with my nieces got me started on what seems to be a fantastic new Phillip Gold novel, one that is constantly running across my mind, even as I spend a day trimming tree branches; second, because a friend at work mentioned, out of the blue, that she had come across my website some time ago and had really enjoyed reading my new Rowling-world novel, The Way Forward ("It's like the seventh book never ended," she said); and third, because my chat with that same friend, which touched on our mutual love for the old Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books, reminded me of my own Abigail Massey stories and I feel like I want to get back to them as well.
It helps as well that I finally got around to starting the much-abbreviated synopsis of The Silent Goodbye in preparation for my submission of that novel to a publisher.
So things are percolating on the writing side.
On the reading side, things are not so good. I started Dick Francis' Wild Horses on the weekend, only to lose the darn thing. I'm worried that someone accidentally packed the book up and took it back to Ontario with them when my in-laws left on Monday. I might have to go and buy another copy, since losing my original copy stalls my reading plans completely.
And if I could just manage to catch my sister on Skype, life would be even better!