All is well. I've revised my poetry and short story manuscripts and sent them off, and finished a submission for a new McGraw-Hill Ryerson anthology for teens.
Happy to have completed two new stories, and am well into a third and fourth.
Glad I brought so many good books along, including The Safety of Objects, by American writer A. M. Homes. I began reading and before long realized a movie had been made from some of these stories. It's a good film, but the stories make for fantastic read. In "A Real Doll," a teenaged boy falls for his sister's Barbie doll and they have quite the interesting relationship. I will certainly be looking for this writer's other titles.
I'm trying to get a complete Hornby experience, as well as work. Here (above) is the community hall, where we've been to a few art shows.
Above, a black-tailed deer visits.
Greg in the garden at the Hornby bakery. We went for Pizza Night and live music on Sunday. Very 1960s, all around.
Above Greg reads Susan Musgrave's novel Cargo of Orchids.
He raves about this book, which I've not yet read.
He says: "It's captivating. You know what's coming but you don't know
how the writer is going to take you there."
The library on Hornby Island.
The Free Store and Recycling Center.
Clothes inside the free store ... all free.
Running 5 or 6 days a week. A fair number of hills.
Here I am doing my post-run stretch in the cottage we've rented.
The Farmer's Market is open on Wednesday and Sundays. I've been twice, and it was different each time. Buskers to booksellers, and some pretty fabulous fudge.
Above and below, Little Trib(une) Bay Beach. Clothing optional.
The water is gloriously warm. I only got to the beach once, but I swam for hours.
Inside Westside cottage.
Another day at the Farmer's Market.
I require new promo photos. These were taken on the beach.
I likely won't use either one; I'd far rather be on the other side of the camera.