I’m on a writing retreat this weekend so I can start revising my novel.

I’ve revised stories and articles but I have never revised a whole book before.

(No, I don’t think I can do it all in one weekend. This is just for starters!)

Wish me luck!

GIF of a man typing on a laptop and saying ‘This is good.’
Let’s hope this is how I will feel tomorrow. Image description: A GIG in which, Nick, a white male character from the TV show ‘New Girl’ is typing on his laptop in his messy room and saying ‘This is good.’

On July 1, I Remember

As I was writing a post about Memorial Day here in NL today, I was struck by the fact that this province has been mourning the loss of those soldiers for 105 years.

We all know there were close to 800 soldiers in the regiment who were part of the ‘big push,’ the ‘July Drive’ at Beaumont-Hamel and that the next morning only 68 men answered roll call.

That loss affected life in our province for many years. It had an enormous emotional, personal, cultural, and economic impact on the people of NL.

Those are all facts.

Sad and horrible facts.

Writing them down today in the context of also preparing posts to honour the Indigenous children whose graves have been located near the so-called “residential schools” that were actually essentially assimilation centres where children were abused and mistreated threw the whole thing into stark relief.

This province has been publicly mourning the loss of those men for all of these years but our country has essentially left Indigenous people to mourn alone.

Even though there were far more victims. Even though the personal, emotional, social, cultural, and emotional impact has been far wider.

Even though Canadian government and church policies are clearly at fault.

This wasn’t a mistake. It wasn’t a lack of knowledge. Residential schools and other racist policies were by design.

Yet, there has been no public mourning until now. And it still isn’t a formal day of mourning, it’s a movement but not a public policy.

I recognize that it is a different sort of situation. And I know that a public day of mourning is only the beginning of what needs to be done.

Reconciliation is going to be a long process and there is a lot of work to do.

But a formal public acknowledgement through a day of mourning would be a step forward.

PS – My friend Cate has written an excellent post about the movement to cancel Canada Day. Please check it out.

A photo of blue forget-me-not flowers surrounded by greenery.
Image description: A photo of small blue forget-me-not flowers amid greenery.

30 Days of Posts!

My goal with this blog in June was to post every day, completely avoiding any expectations of writing ‘well’ or being insightful.

I just wanted to write daily.

And I’ve done it!

Gold star for me! ??

I definitely wasn’t insightful and some posts barely had enough text to count as a post but I was consistent and put *something* up every day.

And that makes me really happy!

I struggle with consistency so this is a real victory.

I’m going to keep posting in July but I’m going to plan things out a little more and not just hope that something postable floats into my consciousness.

I don’t think anyone has been reading this month but, just in case, thank you for spending a little time with me words.

See you tomorrow!

A GIF of a person in a dress waving two balloons, one is a 3 and one is a 0.
Image description: A GIF of a person in a dress stands on a road with field and a lake behind her. She is waving two balloons, one shaped like a 3 and one shaped like a 0.

When to move and when to rest…who knows?

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Image description: My dog, Khalee, in the middle of some white flowers with green leaves.

Yesterday, I did something weird to my back and all the muscles winched themselves two notches tighter.

All last night and today, I have been alternating between resting and moving.

I took a couple of short walks.

I lay down on the floor for a while.

I did a little yoga.

I sat in my chair with a massage ball on a few pressure points.

I stretched a bit.

I lay on my bed with a pillow under the small of my back.

It’s a tricky business, back pain, and it’s damn hard to know whether to keep moving or to get more rest.

I guess I’ll have to keep figuring it out as I go.

Not the boss of words today

I generally find it pretty easy to write.

Sure, it might be hard for me to actually get myself to sit down at my desk but once I have the document open and I start typing things usually flow pretty well.

In fact, I often describe my writing as bossing words around.

Today, however, I was not the boss of words. They did not want to pay any attention to me and they flatly refused to line up on the page in a logical fashion.

Luckily, I’ve been writing for a long time. These kind of days are going to happen. They don’t have any special meaning about my writing, or my writing skill, they aren’t a sign of anything.

Today’s frustrations only mean that today was frustrating.

There’s always tomorrow!

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Image description: a monkey (or maybe a chimpanzee) in a pink shirt types on an old-fashioned typewriter.