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October 5, 2015
Give Us Our Daily Bread
I know my mother would smack my typing fingers for even using that line in a title but I couldn't help it. Loosely shadowing the words of the Lord's Prayer or not - it fits to perfectly into the subject of this post which is .... wait for it...
Bread
There's too much of it - bread I mean. Not in context of daily living, or at least our daily living but in travelling and trying to find a meal on the road. Bread should not be the mainstay of any diet but I've discovered in the last few days of travelling that the road is littered with fast food places, much of them offering bread based products; hamburgers, pizzas, submarine sandwiches, breakfast treats such as cinnamon buns and muffins, crepes and, and... I'm craving vegetables, fruit - I scarfed the banana at the hotel breakfast where three-quarters of the food offered involved some sort of grain. I look at the long haul truckers and wonder how they survive this on-the-road dietary issue.
From what I can see, the fast food business seems determined to make sure that we don't eat well. And while I avoided their influence as much as possible at home - on the road is a different matter. And being as I can't avoid being on the road as it's a great place to be for writing research and for relaxation - not necessarily in that order. I'm beginning to think that my mother had the right idea all those years ago when she packed a meal for every trip. And while that's impractical for a long-haul trip maybe a trip to a nearby grocery store for a few healthy deli items might be a step in the right direction. Yes, I had a hamburger for supper , at the Shake Shack, and, except for the processed cheese (big faux pas), it was fantastic bread and all, but I'm still craving vegetables and fruit.
How do you eat when you're on the road?
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Bread
There's too much of it - bread I mean. Not in context of daily living, or at least our daily living but in travelling and trying to find a meal on the road. Bread should not be the mainstay of any diet but I've discovered in the last few days of travelling that the road is littered with fast food places, much of them offering bread based products; hamburgers, pizzas, submarine sandwiches, breakfast treats such as cinnamon buns and muffins, crepes and, and... I'm craving vegetables, fruit - I scarfed the banana at the hotel breakfast where three-quarters of the food offered involved some sort of grain. I look at the long haul truckers and wonder how they survive this on-the-road dietary issue.From what I can see, the fast food business seems determined to make sure that we don't eat well. And while I avoided their influence as much as possible at home - on the road is a different matter. And being as I can't avoid being on the road as it's a great place to be for writing research and for relaxation - not necessarily in that order. I'm beginning to think that my mother had the right idea all those years ago when she packed a meal for every trip. And while that's impractical for a long-haul trip maybe a trip to a nearby grocery store for a few healthy deli items might be a step in the right direction. Yes, I had a hamburger for supper , at the Shake Shack, and, except for the processed cheese (big faux pas), it was fantastic bread and all, but I'm still craving vegetables and fruit.
How do you eat when you're on the road?
Ryshiawww.ryshiakennie.com
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October 4, 2015
Searching Out Winter
We left Saskatchewan heading out for our vacation and were met by cloudy skies and drizzly weather but we were a long way from snow.
Driving west and south had the rain edging to snow. I never though escaping a prairie winter would mean facing that demon weeks before he traditionally arrives at home. But when winter sets its sights on you there's no escaping it.
By this morning things look pretty grim as we drove through the mountains in Montana. We're heading for Arizona to spend some time before facing another prairie winter. Fortunately, within hours, the temperature warmed up, the scenery was awesome and we found a Starbucks for coffee - all things turned out well.
Today I added another state to my travels - Idaho and yes, there is actually a potato museum. I didn't see it but I saw the sign announcing its existence. Montana an Idaho are both scenic States and the Interstate is not the madness of the bigger cities but instead runs through mountains and prairie, with plenty of ranch land.
Later today we arrived at Salt Lake City. It was a Sunday but the traffic was still thick. Salt Lake City has changed since I was there, at least what I saw from the Interstate. My last trip was also my last trip with my parents, the year I graduated from high school, a lot of years and a lot of change. The city has grown and the sprawl of it goes on for many, many miles. This time around, as my husband turns to me and wanders why we didn't plan to stay here a few extra days instead of navigating the craziness of the interstate and watching Salt Lake City breeze by on both sides, I have no answer.
Tomorrow it's off to other adventures, new places and interesting people.
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Driving west and south had the rain edging to snow. I never though escaping a prairie winter would mean facing that demon weeks before he traditionally arrives at home. But when winter sets its sights on you there's no escaping it. By this morning things look pretty grim as we drove through the mountains in Montana. We're heading for Arizona to spend some time before facing another prairie winter. Fortunately, within hours, the temperature warmed up, the scenery was awesome and we found a Starbucks for coffee - all things turned out well.
Today I added another state to my travels - Idaho and yes, there is actually a potato museum. I didn't see it but I saw the sign announcing its existence. Montana an Idaho are both scenic States and the Interstate is not the madness of the bigger cities but instead runs through mountains and prairie, with plenty of ranch land. Later today we arrived at Salt Lake City. It was a Sunday but the traffic was still thick. Salt Lake City has changed since I was there, at least what I saw from the Interstate. My last trip was also my last trip with my parents, the year I graduated from high school, a lot of years and a lot of change. The city has grown and the sprawl of it goes on for many, many miles. This time around, as my husband turns to me and wanders why we didn't plan to stay here a few extra days instead of navigating the craziness of the interstate and watching Salt Lake City breeze by on both sides, I have no answer.
Tomorrow it's off to other adventures, new places and interesting people.
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September 25, 2015
P. J. O'Rourke - The End of An Era
P.J. O'Rourke
July 4, 2000 - September 22, 2015
This week I lost my friend and writing companion. It's been a long and happy partnership, and my friend was tired - it was time to say goodbye.
My journey with Rourke began when we brought home a new puppy, an Irish Terrier. Rourke began life in the heart of the British Columbia mountains. I would joke about his "dual citizenship" for his sire was an American dog and Rourke was born on the fourth of July. But none of that mattered much to Rourke. What mattered to him was having his people close, having a bit of fun in the day - a game or two or maybe three, getting into a bit of mischief and going for that daily walk.
We wanted a good solid Irish name so we named him after one of my husband's favourite author's at that time, P. J. O'Rourke.
Rourke was a good traveller from the beginning and where we went, at least on our
He was there when my first book, From the Dust was published in 2007 and through the writing journey thats followed with all its twists and turns. He's accompanied me on fifteen years of idea laden walks. Every morning he made sure that I took a break from writing to go on those walks. There he strolled by my side, sniffing trees and shrubs, running ahead and always game to keep extending the walk to sniff one more tree and then one more. In later years, our walks were slower but he still enjoyed every moment of the new sights and smells and the simple joy of being together.
There was ritual attached to my writing. Every morning I would get my coffee and Rourke would follow me downstairs to my office where he would settle on his oversized dog bed. It was a bed we'd brought home from a trip despite the good-natured griping of my husband at the size of it and the room it took, never mind the fact that we had to haul it thousands of miles. My office looks empty without Rourke laying on that big dog bed. Sometimes I can imagine he's still there.
Through the ups and downs of establishing a writing career, Rourke was one of the constants. When I was accepted by Harlequin intrigue I didn't know it but his time here was dwindling. I like to think that he stuck around to see me become a Harlequin author and once that was accomplished, Rourke saw it as a time to let go.
I know that'll I'll never know the truth of that but but what I know for sure is that a little over a week before he died, the lameness he was experiencing was diagnosed as something much worse, bone cancer. He spent his last week being held and pampered, the king of his domain, as he always was, and as loving as he had always been. The end was peaceful in my arms, just as he arrived in our life as a small puppy over fifteen years ago.
Rest well, sweet Rourke. Enjoy the stories from afar.
Ryshia
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This week I lost my friend and writing companion. It's been a long and happy partnership, and my friend was tired - it was time to say goodbye.
My journey with Rourke began when we brought home a new puppy, an Irish Terrier. Rourke began life in the heart of the British Columbia mountains. I would joke about his "dual citizenship" for his sire was an American dog and Rourke was born on the fourth of July. But none of that mattered much to Rourke. What mattered to him was having his people close, having a bit of fun in the day - a game or two or maybe three, getting into a bit of mischief and going for that daily walk.
We wanted a good solid Irish name so we named him after one of my husband's favourite author's at that time, P. J. O'Rourke. Rourke was a good traveller from the beginning and where we went, at least on our
He was there when my first book, From the Dust was published in 2007 and through the writing journey thats followed with all its twists and turns. He's accompanied me on fifteen years of idea laden walks. Every morning he made sure that I took a break from writing to go on those walks. There he strolled by my side, sniffing trees and shrubs, running ahead and always game to keep extending the walk to sniff one more tree and then one more. In later years, our walks were slower but he still enjoyed every moment of the new sights and smells and the simple joy of being together.
There was ritual attached to my writing. Every morning I would get my coffee and Rourke would follow me downstairs to my office where he would settle on his oversized dog bed. It was a bed we'd brought home from a trip despite the good-natured griping of my husband at the size of it and the room it took, never mind the fact that we had to haul it thousands of miles. My office looks empty without Rourke laying on that big dog bed. Sometimes I can imagine he's still there.
Through the ups and downs of establishing a writing career, Rourke was one of the constants. When I was accepted by Harlequin intrigue I didn't know it but his time here was dwindling. I like to think that he stuck around to see me become a Harlequin author and once that was accomplished, Rourke saw it as a time to let go.
I know that'll I'll never know the truth of that but but what I know for sure is that a little over a week before he died, the lameness he was experiencing was diagnosed as something much worse, bone cancer. He spent his last week being held and pampered, the king of his domain, as he always was, and as loving as he had always been. The end was peaceful in my arms, just as he arrived in our life as a small puppy over fifteen years ago.
Rest well, sweet Rourke. Enjoy the stories from afar.
Ryshia
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Rourke's Salmon Biscuits 1 can salmon (about 200 grams)1/2 cup waterpinch of dilla dash or two of lemon
a dash of pepper bake at 325 - flip the cookies after thirty minutes
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September 21, 2015
Gotcha: The Subordination of Free Will
I was thrilled to be asked to review another of Eldon Taylor's books. His books are always educational and inspirational. But this time I was a little surprised. Gotcha is unlike any of his books I've read before. Gotcha is a wake-up call and as such, it is as thought provoking as it is disturbing. But don't let all that scare you - instead look at it as a challenge, a book that could change your life like all his others but in a different way. So without anymore rambling - here's my review of Gotcha and a bit about its author, Eldon Taylor.
My review of: Gotcha: The Subordination of Free Will
Gotcha is a reminder that in a world of propaganda we must be aware and alert and most of all, prepared to act. Taylor takes us through the background and history of aspects of hypnosis and behavioral modification and demonstrates how government and big business uses this knowledge for their own agendas through an almost constant flood of advertisement and doublespeak that strives to lead us like sheep. Knowledge is power and the more big business and government knows about us the more power they have over use, giving them the ability to do anything from selling us the latest in toothpaste to gaining our acceptance of restrictive government legislations and even wars. Gotcha reminds us of how many of our rights have already been given away for the privilege of what authorities call security or safety and how those lost freedoms may only serve to give them more power over us. Gotcha is a call to action. It is a reminder that if each of us believes we cannot make a difference and don't act because our actions will be too small, then our individuality will eventually be swallowed by those who exert their influence over us. Gotcha is a thought provoking must read for anyone who cares about the future of humanity in the twenty-first century.Available at most bookstores online including: Amazon.com, Amazon.ca, Barnes and Noble
About the Author - Eldon Taylor:
Eldon has made a lifelong study of the human mind and has earned doctoral degrees in psychology and metaphysics. He is president of Progressive Awareness Research, an organization dedicated to researching techniques for accessing the immense powers of the mind. For more than 20 years, he has approached personal empowerment from the cornerstone perspective of forgiveness, gratitude, service and respect for all life.Eldon can be reached at: www.eldontaylor.com
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August 18, 2015
Suspect Witness - It's Been a Journey
Since I learned earlier this year that Suspect Witness was accepted for publication with Harlequin Intrigue there's been the proverbial "learning curve." While setting up an author profile I learned that after making DH take numerous pictures before I was finally satisfied - the picture may and would be rejected. My photo rejected? Yes, for lack of acceptable resolution. I've rejected many photos of moi in my day but for very different reasons! But seriously, there's much to learn and yes - another photo to be taken.
Suspect Witness left my hands, for the last time, earlier this month. It didn't leave easily. When I received that last copy and heard that this was it - last chance to make changes, I had a hard time letting it go. In fact I held on to it right until D day or deadline day. And then I had to pry off all ten fingers that clung to cyber space hoping for another hour, minute, second. But the truth was the story was ready, scanned by many eyes, researched written and pampered in the planing stages and polished long after that. I let go.
In a way it feels like my book has become a communal project. But I'm grateful for that community who with sharp eyes and sharper grammar skills have pulled out a few misplaced phrases. I've never had this many eyes on a manuscript and it was both supportive and in a way intimidating. Being from Canada there were a few twists of grammar that left me stumped. I thought I had all the cheque/check or neighbour/neighbor etc. etc., covered. But there were some I hadn't anticipated and that I admit I looked it up to be sure that I was right - and I was, as long as I kept my foot on the north side of the border.
But all of that aside, that isn't the exciting news. What is is that while Suspect Witness still doesn't have a cover, it has a date - February 1, 2016. Check it out on Amazon where you can pre order.
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Suspect Witness left my hands, for the last time, earlier this month. It didn't leave easily. When I received that last copy and heard that this was it - last chance to make changes, I had a hard time letting it go. In fact I held on to it right until D day or deadline day. And then I had to pry off all ten fingers that clung to cyber space hoping for another hour, minute, second. But the truth was the story was ready, scanned by many eyes, researched written and pampered in the planing stages and polished long after that. I let go.
In a way it feels like my book has become a communal project. But I'm grateful for that community who with sharp eyes and sharper grammar skills have pulled out a few misplaced phrases. I've never had this many eyes on a manuscript and it was both supportive and in a way intimidating. Being from Canada there were a few twists of grammar that left me stumped. I thought I had all the cheque/check or neighbour/neighbor etc. etc., covered. But there were some I hadn't anticipated and that I admit I looked it up to be sure that I was right - and I was, as long as I kept my foot on the north side of the border.
But all of that aside, that isn't the exciting news. What is is that while Suspect Witness still doesn't have a cover, it has a date - February 1, 2016. Check it out on Amazon where you can pre order.
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July 26, 2015
The Must Reads of Summer
I'm not sure why in the middle of a gorgeous summer day with the temperature sitting at a beautiful
26 Celsius that I'm sitting in the house. Maybe it's because yesterday I attended the "family" barbecue, which means I got my quota of outdoors. It was a day of being outside and catching up with an interesting mix of people that included my brother's in-laws as well as his side of the family, which was how I ended up outside enjoying the sun at a party at his house. It's only once a year that we get to do this but it's always a fun time.
Saskatchewan prairieNow, with the summer half over it's time to get serious about summer reads. And today I've come across a dilemma. The problems comes in the form of Harper Lee and her new book. I want to read it but I can't read it.
Why... ?
Because of "To Kill a Mockingbird".
"To Kill a Mockingbird" was a grade school compulsory read. Why we would have read it then, I don't know but the result is that it was so long ago that I can't remember much of anything about the book. So, I've pulled out a copy I got at a garage sale, like a batch of other books I've picked up along the way just just because I thought one day I might read it again. One day in this case turned into a year and then two, and my book collection of one day I might read expanded with silent precision in my bookcase downstairs.
My curiosity has me wanting to read the"Go Set a Watchman" but practicality tells me I need a brush up on history first. So "To Kill a Mockingbird" has moved upstairs where I promise myself it will be read just as soon as I finish a non-fiction that promises to motivate me to hit the treadmill - we'll see.
What are you reading this summer?
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26 Celsius that I'm sitting in the house. Maybe it's because yesterday I attended the "family" barbecue, which means I got my quota of outdoors. It was a day of being outside and catching up with an interesting mix of people that included my brother's in-laws as well as his side of the family, which was how I ended up outside enjoying the sun at a party at his house. It's only once a year that we get to do this but it's always a fun time.
Saskatchewan prairieNow, with the summer half over it's time to get serious about summer reads. And today I've come across a dilemma. The problems comes in the form of Harper Lee and her new book. I want to read it but I can't read it. Why... ?
Because of "To Kill a Mockingbird".
"To Kill a Mockingbird" was a grade school compulsory read. Why we would have read it then, I don't know but the result is that it was so long ago that I can't remember much of anything about the book. So, I've pulled out a copy I got at a garage sale, like a batch of other books I've picked up along the way just just because I thought one day I might read it again. One day in this case turned into a year and then two, and my book collection of one day I might read expanded with silent precision in my bookcase downstairs.
My curiosity has me wanting to read the"Go Set a Watchman" but practicality tells me I need a brush up on history first. So "To Kill a Mockingbird" has moved upstairs where I promise myself it will be read just as soon as I finish a non-fiction that promises to motivate me to hit the treadmill - we'll see.
What are you reading this summer?
Ryshia
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July 1, 2015
A Bio? - Even the Dog is Stressed
Okay, so the dog wasn't too stressed except that his lunch was delayed. Me on the other hand, there was just a little sweat. It's not that this was the first bio I've ever written, or even the second. But there I was poised with the publish button on my new website that had been out of commission for over a week, before I even hit the publish button, but that's another story.
All the drama was exhausting.I hesitated.
Stopped.
Couldn't do it.
Why?
I made the mistake of reading the bio. No good, I told self. Why? It's all true. It's me, it really happened. Maybe it needs more reality...
But really, does anyone care that I'll devour chocolate chip cookies and can't keep a full package in the house. Is letting them know that I once killed an influx of spiders with a can of hairspray relevant? Seriously, none of that was there but what was, well it just wasn't grabbing me. Maybe there's only so many times you can read about your own life - or at least skim the surface of it.
So back to square one and the original bio. You know I think I agonized too much. I love reading biographies, what was so hard about writing a brief bit about myself? Once I sharpened and shortened, it's not bad. I think it's interesting and well, it's all true. It's my life, short form, the relevant parts... the bits that hopefully really matter to me as a writer - and the rest, well I'm not filling in the blanks at least not this go around...
Cheers to Canada Day! and to the upcoming Fourth of July!
Ryshia
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All the drama was exhausting.I hesitated. Stopped.
Couldn't do it.
Why?
I made the mistake of reading the bio. No good, I told self. Why? It's all true. It's me, it really happened. Maybe it needs more reality...
But really, does anyone care that I'll devour chocolate chip cookies and can't keep a full package in the house. Is letting them know that I once killed an influx of spiders with a can of hairspray relevant? Seriously, none of that was there but what was, well it just wasn't grabbing me. Maybe there's only so many times you can read about your own life - or at least skim the surface of it.
So back to square one and the original bio. You know I think I agonized too much. I love reading biographies, what was so hard about writing a brief bit about myself? Once I sharpened and shortened, it's not bad. I think it's interesting and well, it's all true. It's my life, short form, the relevant parts... the bits that hopefully really matter to me as a writer - and the rest, well I'm not filling in the blanks at least not this go around...
Cheers to Canada Day! and to the upcoming Fourth of July!
Ryshia
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May 22, 2015
Stories of Prairie People
I am fortunate to still have some of my family elders around with stories of past days on the prairie. So when I heard a local publisher was putting together an anthology of stories from the depression on cream money and it's importance to local farmers - I had just the story to include.
It's hard to imagine what life would be like in a tiny town in the middle of the prairies circa nineteen-forty. It's definitely another world and I'm so lucky to have someone whose been there entertain me with how it was. Barefoot, windblown kids running free, racing trains and doing their part in supporting the family by wrestling those cans onto a train - a train that might still be moving. Unbelievable now but reality then.
That was the story I was told and wrote for the anthology, Cream Money, which will be debuting this Saturday.
There are other fantastic stories by other authors, in fact a whole collection of true tales of another world on the prairies - long ago. It's better than fiction because it's real and just as unimaginable. Imagine digging a hole in the ground to live for a prairie winter. Imagine temperatures that can go double digit below zero and be accompanied by harsh winds. There are tales of survival, and if talking to our many pioneers is any indication, more tales of fun and adventure. All of it is wrapped around the theme of cream money and how it helped those hardy pioneers survive the nineteen-thirties depression. Check it out, there's lots of stories from other authors all compacted into one great book.
I'll be giving a copy or two of Cream Money away in the month of June - sign up for my newsletter to learn more. E-mail ryshia@ryshiakennie.com and just put newsletter in the re line.
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It's hard to imagine what life would be like in a tiny town in the middle of the prairies circa nineteen-forty. It's definitely another world and I'm so lucky to have someone whose been there entertain me with how it was. Barefoot, windblown kids running free, racing trains and doing their part in supporting the family by wrestling those cans onto a train - a train that might still be moving. Unbelievable now but reality then. That was the story I was told and wrote for the anthology, Cream Money, which will be debuting this Saturday.
There are other fantastic stories by other authors, in fact a whole collection of true tales of another world on the prairies - long ago. It's better than fiction because it's real and just as unimaginable. Imagine digging a hole in the ground to live for a prairie winter. Imagine temperatures that can go double digit below zero and be accompanied by harsh winds. There are tales of survival, and if talking to our many pioneers is any indication, more tales of fun and adventure. All of it is wrapped around the theme of cream money and how it helped those hardy pioneers survive the nineteen-thirties depression. Check it out, there's lots of stories from other authors all compacted into one great book.
I'll be giving a copy or two of Cream Money away in the month of June - sign up for my newsletter to learn more. E-mail ryshia@ryshiakennie.com and just put newsletter in the re line.
Ryshia
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April 28, 2015
Jim's Weight Training & Bodybuilding Workout Plan
It's been busy lately and I've slowed down on the books I occasionally review but some books you can't say no to. Besides with a love of books and a passion for writing, I'm spending too much time in a chair. Not only that but I discovered that the treadmill desk might not be for me - seems I get motion sick!Moving on...
Jim Atkinson is a bodybuilder and fitness trainer who has written more than his share of workout and "get fit" books and each one that I've read has been fantastic and motivational. Don't let the bodybuilding put you off - Jim's latest book will get you off the couch and keep you there.
Here's my review of his latest:
"If this book doesn't motivate and keep you on track to get in shape, bodybuilder or not, nothing will! Written by a qualified fitness instructor and personal trainer, it is written in an upbeat, logical, and easy to read manner and gets right to the heart of bodybuilding addressing all aspects including health and nutrition. The bodybuilding regime is explained and laid out with a full year's training plan, great reference guides for the various movements and an accountability chart to keep you on track. I've read other great fitness books from this author and again I was not disappointed by either the easy to follow instructions, well-written prose or his knowledge on the topic of fitness. While this book addresses bodybuilding and a more intense regime than some of his other books that I've read, it's every bit as motivational no matter what level you're at. If you're looking for motivation combined with common sense advise on how to body build this book is for you. If you're looking for motivation to get fit, this books for you too. A great reference!
Check it out here .
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April 16, 2015
Hello World - Google Maps!
Yesterday we had one of those sweeping winds, the kind of prairie winds that rattle the bare trees and clear the dust off the sidewalks. I'm not a fan of those winds but I suppose they have their purpose. So it was into one of those hairstyle destroying winds that I found myself and where I soon wished that I'd at least worn a touque. Why? Because I discovered that a touque has more than one purpose: A) It keeps your head warm and B) It hides a bad hair day
The day began well enough, very early as it does when I'm wrapping up a story. It means long hours and often many cups of coffee. The day began just before five and, as I mostly do, I listened to a playlist again and again because - I'm not really hearing it. Instead I'm hearing the voices of my characters and the pulse of the story as it barrels to the end.
But finishing that last chapter is only the beginning of having a final story ready to head off anywhere. The end takes me right back to the beginning and going through the story to pick out the obvious problems, clean it up and in a way, sew it up. Then off it goes to my beta reader. And then... well, that's anther post.
Yesterday, after I'd been in the world of fantasy for too long and I'd run out of people to annihilate... Okay, it wasn't quite that bad but I needed a little fresh air. Now at this point I've been in my basement office for most of the day but it was time to emerge and see what was going on. So, without pulling a comb through my hair, and without a stitch of makeup, and still looking basement pale, and story sapped, I threw on a jacket, sunglasses - grabbed the dog and went.
Half way through my walk I see at a distance this little car with bright green sides and some sort of red contraption on its roof. I think to myself that it's some pretty fine advertising and I continue on with my walk.
Routing around the neighbourhood and returning home, I come face to face with the little car and as it slowly drives by I turn to look at it and see what it's advertising. It's one of those freeze frame moments as I realized that this isn't an advertisement, well maybe it is, there is Google on the side of the car. But the thing on top is a camera and I'm looking straight at it. It's the Google street view car. It was a moment of horror when even the driver looked ominous.
At that point there was nothing to do but keep on walking and resign myself to the fact that I'd been google mapped.
My only hope now is that they photoshop.
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The day began well enough, very early as it does when I'm wrapping up a story. It means long hours and often many cups of coffee. The day began just before five and, as I mostly do, I listened to a playlist again and again because - I'm not really hearing it. Instead I'm hearing the voices of my characters and the pulse of the story as it barrels to the end.
But finishing that last chapter is only the beginning of having a final story ready to head off anywhere. The end takes me right back to the beginning and going through the story to pick out the obvious problems, clean it up and in a way, sew it up. Then off it goes to my beta reader. And then... well, that's anther post.
Yesterday, after I'd been in the world of fantasy for too long and I'd run out of people to annihilate... Okay, it wasn't quite that bad but I needed a little fresh air. Now at this point I've been in my basement office for most of the day but it was time to emerge and see what was going on. So, without pulling a comb through my hair, and without a stitch of makeup, and still looking basement pale, and story sapped, I threw on a jacket, sunglasses - grabbed the dog and went.Half way through my walk I see at a distance this little car with bright green sides and some sort of red contraption on its roof. I think to myself that it's some pretty fine advertising and I continue on with my walk.
Routing around the neighbourhood and returning home, I come face to face with the little car and as it slowly drives by I turn to look at it and see what it's advertising. It's one of those freeze frame moments as I realized that this isn't an advertisement, well maybe it is, there is Google on the side of the car. But the thing on top is a camera and I'm looking straight at it. It's the Google street view car. It was a moment of horror when even the driver looked ominous.
At that point there was nothing to do but keep on walking and resign myself to the fact that I'd been google mapped.
My only hope now is that they photoshop.
Ryshia
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