I love to read about writing, to the point that it becomes an easy-to-justify avoidance technique:
“I just need to see how _____________ approaches writer’s block/plot/ideas/ structure/ description/dialogue. Then I’ll know what to do.”
Have you been there too?
Nevertheless, books on writing also inspire, encourage and nudge us along.
Here are some books that helped me on the writing path, guided certain life choices, or are on my to-read in the near future: Continue reading “7 Books About Writing”
“It helps you get more in touch with your body.”
My osteopath acupressured my hip, ankle and lower back, then stated the above about yoga.
I’ve attempted yoga three or four times before. Hated it every one of those times. Continue reading “Do You Hate Yoga?”
Maybe the Roswell folks should see this.
I admit, it’s an odd-shaped figure for a space craft, but I don’t know what “normal” is when it comes to alien spaceships. Continue reading “Spooky Montreal Afternoon”
Setting: city, close to downtown. A large park three blocks away, rail depot beyond it, and the St. Lawrence River past that (more or less a kilometre from the house).
Saturday afternoon, April 1st, around 5p.m. this fellow shows up on my fence:
We get the usual robins, blue jays, finches, sparrows, chickadees; a hummingbird comes by a few times near the end of summer. Woodpeckers are also around.
Peregrine falcons hunt squirrels in the park a few blocks away.
But I’m pretty sure my visitor is a juvenile red-tailed hawk. This was a first for me.
From what I’ve been able to research, the colors are too pale for a peregrine.
I know these are not the clearest photos. They were taken with my phone, through a window.
A week later he was back. He caught a pigeon for breakfast.
I guess supper is easier to find in the city.