…and speaking of trampling fear…

“I don’t run away from a challenge because I am afraid. Instead, I run towards it because the only way to escape fear is to trample it beneath your foot”
― Nadia Comaneci

There’s this thing I do every labour day weekend called the 3 Day Novel Contest. It’s a mad fun, joyful, excruciating challenge and I love it to bits.
I especially love the community of fellow scribes that participate each year and gather online at abebooks. We joke, support each other, tease, cajole, and generally have a grand time talking about the contest, other writing adventures and life in general.

The following video is from one of my 3day cohorts – codename TILLY BEAN!
She really does capture the agony and ecstasy we all experience during the weekend. I especially love the dancing bit (I too always dance at some point), and the “I so suck” bit (I too always SUCK at some point).

This year, The 35th Annual 3-Day Novel Contest will take place September 1-3, 2012.
You can still register.
Check it out.

“The revery alone will do…”

sunflower and a beeTO make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,—
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.

-Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.

Well… I’m not on the prairie these days… but I am full of revery as I watch the seasons turn down here on the Bay.

The sunflower has grown tall and straight.
It’s over six feet tall and the day it unfurled it’s blossom, we stood and watched in wonder.

And now..the leaves are falling…
It’s only August 6th and the leaves are falling…

They say the second winter will be the hardest.  Because, “Now you know what’s coming.”
I wonder.

We’ve been here for over a year.  I find that amazing.

My Love and I moved here to his family “camp” in northern Ontario last June.
After ten years of spending the summers here and hopping hither and yon every fall and winter, we finally decided to just pack up all our stuff and shift it…here…to this place.

I wanted to hold still for a while.
I wanted to watch the wheel of the year go round – from this spot.August mushroom

We both needed time and space to think and write, and we have found it.

I scribble away, working on a new novel. Peeling away layers of myself. Figuring out what sort of stories I REALLY want to tell.

My love continues to weave words, creating plays and sending them out into the world.

So far…
It’s been fabulous.

go easy -p

“I didn’t have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead.”

I am absolutely terrified, nay, let me say HORRIFIED by the very idea of this blog.
Isn’t that interesting…

I’m not really sure what I am so afraid of.

  • Making a fool of myself by saying, or worse – WRITING, something stupid
  • Posting some thing that will “come back to bite me in the ass”

When I decided that I would … leap in… to the blogosphere, I thought long and hard about doing it anonymously.
I thought that might sidestep this fear…this…this abject freaking TERROR of sending my thoughts out into the world.
I may tell you, some day, why I almost created a blog under the name Mulligan.

But obviouswpid-dsc00113-2012-08-5-14-47.jpgly, I decided to just “be me” and carve out my own lil spot here on the weeb.
I decided that if I’m really going to do this, I would like it to be honest.  I aim to strive for the loveliness and grace of blogs like that of the fabulous Eugene Stickland.

This post will not be lovely.
This post will get me over the fence of fear.
If you would like to come along – hit the MORE button….

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…is this thing on?
And so it begins.  A new adventure in cyberland.

Buckle up.

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