Monday, 5 December 2016

A Christmas Treat

I love fruitcake.

luscious batter

There, I said it.

But it's hard to find one with the rich, dense, brownie-like consistency I love, so every year I bake myself one. The recipe I use calls for coffee and cocoa and and ground hazelnuts - YUM!

It bakes for 2 hours at a low temperature with a pan of water on the oven floor - that's what makes it so moist; the water bath.

I wish you could smell my house right now!

ready for the oven

When it's done I'll douse it with spiced rum and store it away.  This is the hard part ... I never quite make it to the end.

cooling

It's that good.

doused and ready to store

What's your favourite Christmas treat?

Friday, 21 October 2016

Exciting News

I entered a writing contest a couple of weeks ago ... and won!

Aspiring writers of literary fiction and/or short stories were invited to submit manuscripts for discussion and feedback. 

The prize is a 1 hour one-on-one meeting with the Writer in Residence at the Toronto Public Library, Kim Echlin.

Kim Echlin is an award-winning author, translator, editor, documentary-maker and teacher. Her books include The Disappeared, which was shortlisted for the Giller Prize, winner of the Barnes & Noble Discover Award, and was translated into 17 languages.

Well, you can imagine my excitement. I'm scheduled to meet with her next month - how will I ever be able to wait this long?

Saturday, 15 October 2016

Yoooo-hoooo!

I'm back!  Did ya miss me?


I've been on a little writing adventure.  Met some nice people, improved my writing a little bit, and now I'm back!  It really wasn't a triditional writing class, more like a critique group with payments, lol!


We were all new writers, but we muddled through and managed to have a good time.  It was fun, and I don't regret a minute of it, but it was time to move on.


After all, the only way to improve any skill is to practice, pratice, pratice and I can do that on my own for free.

What have you been up to?



Sunday, 5 June 2016

Thoughts On Blogging

I remember when blogging was about pretty pictures of my most recent renovation, or my latest Goodwill find, or attending 'parties' in the relentless pursuit of more and more followers.


My first blog, circa 2010

I remember lying awake at night stressing over my next post.  Would it be pictures of the garden, yet another DIY project, a recipe?  This went on for years until one day I just ran out of steam or interest, or both.

Goodwill find 2012

Today my posts are few and far between.  I'm more interested in living my life than I am in posting about it, and the only thing keeping me up at night is the occasional bout of insomnia.

Do you remember those good old, bad old days?  Has blogging changed for you?


Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Spring

Next to fall, spring is my favourite season.  Both are mellow and easy going ...


I think that if you could 'hear' Spring, it would sound like jazz ...

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Flash Fiction

This was written from a prompt in my writing class last week.  The subject is close to my heart, so I thought I'd share it with you!

The prompt was:  Before they could make any progress, they would have to get past that slobbering hound.

LUCKY SEVEN
            Before they could make any progress, they would have to get past that slobbering hound.  What was it now, mom's fourth?  Daphne, I think she'd said was this one's name.  But Abby was good with dogs and no sooner had she knelt down to the mutt's eye level than the bitch had rolled over on her back ready for a belly rub.  It was a hell of a thing to see and never got old. 
            It amazed Tom every time Abby worked her magic with his mom's dogs;  all hounds, all female.  His mother had a weakness for them and their numbers were growing.  Who knew when it would stop?  Daphne had replaced Carolina who passed away in her sleep three months ago at the ripe old age of 15.  They were destructive too, chewing on shoes, chairs, TV remotes, couch cushions, you name it.  But mom didn't care and they - all four of them  - slept with her in her king-size bed. 
            With access to the porch now and Abby well in control of Daphne, he placed the moving box on the threshold, pressed the doorbell and waited.  Daphne pawed and sniffed at the box, at the movement and whimpering coming from inside.  And then she lifted her head and let out a deep, prolonged howl; it was what mom called baying.  Mom came to the door with a wide grin on her pretty face and said, "Did you bring them?"
            "Have a look," I said.  "How many is that now, mom?"  She opened the box and let the little squirmers loose. 

            "Lucky seven," she said.

Tuesday, 5 April 2016

On Platitudes


I think gratitude is great.  If it is genuinly felt.

I don't think it should be a bandade on reality.  I think we need to acknowledge our boo-boos and then if we feel grateful, we just do.

Nobody (at least noboby I know) feels grateful all of the time.  On any given day we can feel a million different ways.  Minute to minute, hour to hour.  That's life.  That's the truth.

So no platitudes, please.  I will feel whatever is it I'm feeling and when I'm done, maybe gratitude will take me.  Maybe it won't.

Whatever takes me,  I can handle it.