I miss my free writing days. Have I said that before, over and over and over? That's why there isn't much to read here.
I'M TOO BUSY ACTUALLY FREAKIN' WRITING NON-FREE STUFF.
Which is good but I guess you can it puts me slightly on edge. In a good way, I assure you.
Because now I have a new book project.
What? you ask. A completed memoir and one-quarter of the first draft of a novel aren't enough on top of the four columns a month you write for the newspaper and the Facebook stuff you post?
Well, um, no.
Because this one is The Mother Lode.
But, surprisingly, not about my mother. (Not at the moment, at least. I'm sure I can work her in.)
Now that my Field Notes column has been nominated for an award, I am going to try to leverage that into a collection of my Nova Scotia-inspired writing from the last ten years. That's quite a body of work, my friends. All to be pitched to a LOCAL publisher.
This is a bloody brilliant idea but I don't have to tell you that because you already know I am full of bloody brilliant ideas. It's the rest of the world that doesn't know that. The subtitle is lame but mine usually are. Then again, Maritimers aren't really known for being edgy. And, well, neither am I. SO IT'S ALL GOOD.
(Who am I channelling with all these capital letters?)
But where was I? Oh, yes, new book project.
This is called throwing rocks up into the trees and seeing what you knock down. I am now throwing LARGE rocks and hoping none of them hit me in the head on their way back down.
I would much rather be struck by a publisher.
Ha ha.