What I Mean When I Take a Day

Blog Post No. 431

giphy-2I’ve noticed that over that last few months, I’ve mentioned taking a day or the weekend (off) more than I usually would. Not so much that I feel that I’m falling behind (or any more behind than I always do) but enough that I felt like a post was warranted. Part of the reason why I’m commenting on it more is that, since I have so much less going on in my life right now, I have less to write about. It’s been a real struggle to keep coming up with interesting topics and based on the views over the last few weeks, it’s been hit and miss on that front. I’ve been at home only going out for grocery trips spread out as much as possible and a weekly drive to make sure the car battery doesn’t go dead from lack of use. Continue reading “What I Mean When I Take a Day”

Virtual Writing Retreat

Blog Post No. 430

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2017 AWP Retreat

If you missed last week’s post, I wouldn’t be surprised because it wasn’t terribly popular. They can’t all be winners. Either way, in that post I mentioned that over the weekend I would be attempting a Virtual Writing Retreat with the Wrecking Writing crew. Starting on the Friday, we had a group chat for about an hour before logging off and getting to work on whatever projects we each had planned for the weekend. We had set a rough goal for 10am to 2pm in the day and 7 to 10pm at night. The general idea was to keep in touch over messenger and be free to take breaks or call the sessions for ourselves when we saw fit. It was as close to a real writers retreat as we could get without being together at a cottage over a weekend. Continue reading “Virtual Writing Retreat”

The Year it really Lands

Blog Post No. 429

20200229_204459Last year was a strange one for a lot of reasons. It’s about this time each year that the event train leaves the station and starts building steam for the spring and summer rush. There may be a comicon or and book fair and (if we have our act together) a retreat. From there, the plans reach full swing and I’ll be booked at least one weekend (potentially two or more) a month for the rest of the year. Everything ground to a halt last year because of the pandemic, but after eight years of working on this writing thing, it felt like an anomaly. We did manage to get the retreat in before things were shut down, but the scheduled events after that were all cancelled. Continue reading “The Year it really Lands”

Going Out

Blog Post No. 428

20190909_193400_hdrIt’s taken nearly a year, but I’ve had my first real pangs of missing going out. I’ve missed my family and friends and I’ve certainly missed meeting the Writing Wrecking Crew for writing sessions, but going out for the sake of going out has never been my thing. I enjoyed going to the bars in my 20s, but even then that wasn’t my favourite way to spend time. As I talked about last week, I love going to cafes and I’ve missed my regular visits to Anchor. I love going for a quiet meal or seeing a movie, too. What I’m feeling now is different from just being tired of staying in the house, though. Continue reading “Going Out”

Ode to Anchor Coffee House

Blog post No. 427

img_20171205_161228_270Right off the hop, I want to point out that while the location Huron Line is gone, the Anchor Coffee House and bakery in Walkerville is going strong. I’m ecstatic that they have managed to keep the Walkerville location open during the pandemic. Sadly, due to heightened risk, I haven’t been much support. I am enjoying a cup of local Chance coffee while I write this. I bought a bag when I stopped by to pick up the books that had been for sale at the Huron location. It’s good, but nothing replaces actually going there. The atmosphere, the people, the other customers—there is something special about going to a good local coffee shop and spending a little time enjoying a good beverage. Continue reading “Ode to Anchor Coffee House”

Go with What you Feel

Blog Post No. 426

giphy-2I’m still waiting on edits to come back and while I took a couple of days to chill out over the weekend, I’m getting the itch to write something new again. As I said last week, when I get deep in an edit and it all starts feeling like a drag, my mind wanders to new projects. Since the next major project is a lot more editing for the Invasion Novel and I won’t see new writing until August when I start the next novella, I thought I would take a crack at a short story early. Continue reading “Go with What you Feel”

While in the Middle of an Edit

Blog Post No. 425

giphy-1Editing continues for Break/Interrupt. I’m currently waiting on a couple of reviews. While I wait, I’ve been trying to keep busy with other things. I’ve said it many times, including a little bit in the last post (it’s a long one, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t get through all of it) but I don’t put a lot of stock into things like the new year and resolutions. With that said, it’s difficult to not get somewhat swept up in the feeling of renewed vigor that comes with a fresh start. I’m not so stubborn that I won’t take advantage of the pervasive sentiment (though I am rather stubborn). Continue reading “While in the Middle of an Edit”

Eight Years of Posts – 2020 in Review

Blog post No. 424

giphyI totally get the end of a year being a meaningful starting or ending point for people. We perceive the passage of time naturally in days and seasons, but we created weeks, months, and years to make it easier. It’s not like because we started a new year that everything is reset, though. The same issues we had a week ago are still here (unless it’s something you’ve already taken care of, in which case, good job!).
Still, I mark the passage of a year on this blog. I’m up to eight years of weekly posts. It may not be special for everyone, but I’m pretty proud of it. I had some rough starts where ten or so posts came whenever I could force myself to do them, but when I decided to give writing a go, I made a commitment to weekly posts and here I am.
Now, it’s about this time in each of my yearly review posts where I point out that I have one gleaming error in my otherwise pristine blogging record. One week (when I was working three jobs at the time) I missed putting a post out on Thursday and got it out on Saturday instead. I’m usually hard on myself for that failure, but thinking back on it this year, I was able to convince myself that I did manage to get a post out that week, so it’s not all that bad. Continue reading “Eight Years of Posts – 2020 in Review”

2021

Blog Post No. 423

giphy-2Welcome to the last post of 2020. This is when I traditionally write about my plans for next year. Before I got started, I went back and read over my last post of 2019. Wow, I was way off with my predictions there. (Don’t go back and read it because I make a joke that hits way too close to home with how 2020 turned out). But, this is a post about the future, not the past. I save that for the true end of the year for this page, the closest Thursday to January 10th. Though the world and our interpersonal relations have been strange, I hope that most people had a little bit of joy in whatever celebrations they take part in this time of year. Personally, I missed the usual mix of hectic visits and lazy family time. Usually my brother and I spend the afternoon at my parent’s house exchanging gifts, playing billiards, and just enjoying each other’s company. It’s challenging enough that my other brother and his family are far away and we can’t see each other for Christmas, but only being able to see my parents digitally was tough. And I’m not a very personable person. I imagine it was much more difficult for others. Continue reading “2021”

Christmas Eve

Blog Post No. 422

7899c6d913b9052627eed2ec2f2a91c4As a child, Christmas was a magical time. I distinctly remember staring at the clock, waiting for it to be early enough for me to get out of bed and go dig through my stocking while my parents somehow pulled themselves out of bed and got ready for the day. (I say somehow from the perspective as an adult now looking back). I always had trouble sleeping. Many nights little Ben would sit up in his bed quietly playing with stuffed animals or listening to tapes on his Realistic tape recorder. (I spent too much time looking for the exact model and I think it was this Radio Shack one). On Christmas nights, I don’t think I slept at all. Continue reading “Christmas Eve”