Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The November Challenge


In the winter we're nostalgic about the summer. In the summer -- well most summers -- we complain about the heat. It's the same thing with activity. When there's nothing to do, we get bored. When we're busy... well, lets just say, I wouldn't mind the opportunity to feel bored right now.

It's November.


Remembrance Day month -- which is a bit more challenging this year since my son joined cadets.

The month we launch Canadian Voices Volume 1 -- which is so successful I have to start thinking about a submission for Canadian Voices Volume 2.

The month I take on the Arthur Ellis Awards Administrative Assistant job -- new to me so therefore a bit of a learning curve.

National Novel Writing Month.

I started participating in NaNoWriMo the year after my sister died. I had all this extra time (after taking care of my father, children, looking for work) and yet wasn't getting down to creative writing as often as I wanted. A neighbour told me about NaNoWriMo and I thought it would be a good exercise in getting my daily word count up. The challenge is to writer 50,000 words in 30 days. I finally made it last year. Not so sure about this year. Of course, that begs the question, why am I not writing my November novel now.


See y'all in December!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Voices


...and when Canadian History and Culture is defined, it will be by a million people with voice...
 I love the above description of Canadian Voices Volume 1 (Bookland Press), an anthology of prose and poetry by emerging authors -- including yours truly. It not only sounds good but it's a great ideal for Canadian Culture. It's the new multiculturalism -- many voices; many stories.

My story in the book involves a different kind of voice, the kind you don't really 'hear'. In Joey and the Turtle, I talk about a turtle telling me that my sister was going to die. The 'voice' came to me through drawings. Doctors and nurses gave me the same message, but my sister had beaten the odds before. I needed to hear the message at an intuitive level.

I have a novel in the making about a woman who perceives ghosts -- but she can't hear them or talk to them directly. Their voices are transmitted through memories transmitted to her in dreams and hallucinations. Mystery and romance are also part of the story, which was inspired by a Canadian Geographic article about the Canadian Arctic and a personal fascination for men in uniform, but the ghost part comes from personal experience.

When I was seven or eight, my grandmother died. I knew she had died before my mother came to tell me because Grandma Bruce had visited my bedside. She didn't say anything but she conveyed a warning to be good and a farewell in her silent presence.

Years later, at a funeral for a friend, I felt him near me during the service. Allen knew he was dying and had planned the event down to the hors d'oeuvres . I knew he was there overseeing everything. I didn't have to see or hear him to know he was with us, but I almost could see and hear him, his presence was so strong.

Maybe I'll write about Allen for Canadian Voices Volume 2.