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FISHBOWL BOOK LAUNCH

September 12th was Bradley Somer’s book launch for Fishbowl.

IMG_3744 Rebecca Stanfel and I drove up to Calgary for it.  It’s a mere 6 hour drive if you actually know where you are going.

Therefore, it took us 7.

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Macleod Trail is under construction. DO NOT TAKE THIS ROAD. But if you do, you can strike up a nice conversation with a bride you will drive next to for half an hour.


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What is nice about Canada is the fact they let you know that they are not putting down recycled roads from, say, Toronto, but they are using NEW asphalt.

Brad knows how to throw a party.  He did a few readings, had a band and then had a drag show to tie everything up.  (Which it did.  Read the book.)

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Everyone is riveted!


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I’ve never seen the Sound of Music in drag but I also haven’t laughed this hard in a very, very long time.


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This is the world’s greatest writing group of which I am not a part. But they are Canadian so they were too polite to ask me to get out of the picture.


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Rebecca and me! We had such a great time. Everyone should road trip with her. NOW.

I loaded up on chocolate and gripe water with alcohol to give to my kids when they aren’t really sick but think they are so it looks like I’m doing SOMETHING and headed home.

I highly recommend going to Brad’s next book launch which he doesn’t think he is going to do.

But he will.

And if he doesn’t, we can just all meet up at his house on a Tuesday at about 6:15pm for dinner.  I hear Poutine is AMAZING.

 

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Holy Toledo, Batman

I am having serious issues.

Thank you for not commenting.

I’m experimenting with writing personal essay and articles.  I’ve been blogging for so long that I don’t know how to write correctly.  I’m used to just throwing my thoughts down on a piece of computer screen and calling it a day.

And now I’m trying to combine blogging with five paragraph essays and seeing what happens.

Due to the fact that I cannot seem to do more than two things at once, I’ve pushed away blogging.  (The other thing I’m doing rotates between housework and studying Spanish.)

So I’m going to be honest.  I’m about to write a few blogs that will come out over the next week or so.  I’m going to talk about my amazing new cooking ability; the book launch I went to in Canada with drag queens; and how to end global warming.

(The book launch had drag queens.  I did not go to Canada with any.  Although that would’ve been a blast.)

Then I’m going to ignore you and try to write brilliant and global pieces on canning; coming to grips with being a feminist and a stay at home mom; how I have no domestic training and yet my children are not malnourished; and how to end global warming.

And I’m editing to get ready for the Surrey Writing Conference.

And trying to train this dog.

And giving up white sugar and flour.

What can I say?  This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever tried to do.

All while ending global warming.

This is an abstract image of my life.

This is an abstract image of my life.

Fishbowl

I’m very lucky to be friends with Bradley Somer.  Everyone should be.  Here’s his number.

I’m also very lucky to have received an advance copy of Fishbowl.

It is wonderful.

I loved reading it.

And before I tell you why, here is the synopsis you can find on Amazon.

A goldfish named Ian is falling from the 27th-floor balcony on which his fishbowl sits. He’s longed for adventure, so when the opportunity arises, he escapes from his bowl, clears the balcony railing and finds himself airborne. Plummeting toward the street below, Ian witnesses the lives of the Seville on Roxy residents.

There’s the handsome grad student, his girlfriend, and his mistress; the construction worker who feels trapped by a secret; the building’s super who feels invisible and alone; the pregnant woman on bed rest who craves a forbidden ice cream sandwich; the shut-in for whom dirty talk, and quiche, are a way of life; and home-schooled Herman, a boy who thinks he can travel through time. Though they share time and space, they have something even more important in common: each faces a decision that will affect the course of their lives. Within the walls of the Seville are stories of love, new life, and death, of facing the ugly truth of who one has been and the beautiful truth of who one can become.

Sometimes taking a risk is the only way to move forward with our lives. As Ian the goldfish knows, “An entire life devoted to a fishbowl will make one die an old fish with not one adventure had.”

I cannot begin to tell you how much I wanted to move into this building and watch all of this happen.  I fell into the characters’ lives and didn’t want to leave them.  I DID NOT want to know what the construction worker’s secret was while I DID want to hug the lonely building super.  (Except not really.  He sweats a lot in his job.)

I questioned how much of me was the grad student’s girlfriend whose talent was falling in love when I was dating a grad student in my 20’s.

“Kate is aware of her affliction of falling in love more quickly and for fewer reasons than most need.  Its not that she doesn’t realize the heartbreak this has caused in her life, but she refuses to quell her romantic heart because it brings her joy as well.”

I do not want to admit to how much this was me in college.

It always amazes me how much can happen to different people all at the same time.  Brad has captured how lives cross without people even realizing it.  He has captured birth and death and everything in between.  He captured how we all just want to be happy and have good lives.  But we all do that so differently.

At least the people at the Seville on Roxy do.

This book is the perfect read for cool, fall nights when you just want to sit down and have a cup of hot chocolate with a group of friends.  People you can sit back with and just smile because each one is in your life.

I loved it.  You should read it.

(Why are you still here?  You should be at your local bookstore.  It’s okay.  Leave your computer open.  I’ll be here when you get back and we can discuss how good Claire is at her job.)

Quick Update

I have lots to write about but not enough time the day before school starts so this is just a tiny update before the bigger recap of last week that includes vomit, chipmunks, a septic system and a dog.

But I’m in a rush because I (drum roll)

SIGNED UP FOR SPANISH 101.

I’ve wanted to get back to school for a long time.  I’m hoping it helps get me back to forced writing because I will be out and at the library.  And I’ve wanted to learn Spanish for a while now.

I called a friend yesterday who recently went back to school and asked her how it was.  Of course, she is going back to get a teacher certificate and is full time and not auditing one class so next time I go to a Spanish-speaking country I can ask for gluten free nachos.  (This is supposed to be a humorous dig at me learning Spanish and has nothing to do with my glutationous consumption.)

She said I would have to give up things.  It would be a sacrifice.  Homework is a killer.

I thought: “This won’t be like that because it’s ONE class.  I know the basics already.  I HAVE been to Cancun.  Twice.”

Then I logged into my book and workbook online.  I couldn’t figure it out.  You can buy a book for A LOT of DINERO (look Spanish) or you can buy an e-book.  But e-books are hard for me.  I have to scroll around.  I have to enlarge.  I can’t seem to figure out how to drag the answers over.  It’s driving me insane.  MUCHO LOCO.  or MUY LOCO.

I dunno.  We didn’t go over that on the first day.

So I’m seriously considering buying the book because I’m old and need paper.

And today I’m rushing around getting back to school hair cuts and activities I’ve put off for the whole summer (the Sapphire Mine was not a high priority) and getting my daughter and her friend’s nails done for the first day of school (should not have been a high priority, but come on)  and I made a goal to make healthy lunches this year and dinners and plan it out and I’ve been talking about this so much I’ve been asked to teach a 10 minute spiel (oops  German.) and so I’ve been researching that.

So I’m going to have to give something up because I’m running out of time to do my homework for class tomorrow.

I think my nails may have to start growing hang nails and looking sad and pathetic again.

Except how will a class full of 18-20 year olds respect me if I have bad cuticles?  I feel like I must show them that life gets better after 40 (even though I’m only admitting to 35 in that class but I’m going to tell everyone how much I look forward to turning 40).

Vanity must not be put aside.

Pizza for lunch and dinner for the next 180 days it is!

See?  This whole going back to school thing is gonna be a cinch.

(I apologize.  I can’t post the picture of my nails.  My phone is having issues from trying to do my homework on it. )

 

 

Writing with Rocky and Bullwinkle

And now for something you’ll really like.

(If you know Rocky and Bullwinkle, that lead-in will be familiar to you.  I’m also wearing a blue flying hat with goggles.)

My wonderful spouse of 15 years took the kids to a dental conference this weekend so that I could stay home and write.  (The conference has kids’ activities like water parks and zoos and trampoline places and amusement parks.  It’s a great weekend.)

Not everyone is on board with this plan, however.

Ginny, the dog, is at home so that I could take her to puppy class.  I am unsure obedience training is sticking.  The phrase “Leave me alone. I’m writing” means nothing to her.  But she will sit for 3 seconds.

I walk her a couple times a day and play with her and work on obedience with her.  She is not an ignored dog.

This is not enough for her, however.

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You can even see toys in the background.  But those aren't good enough

You can even see toys in the background. But those aren’t good enough

She is eating the incredibly expensive pencils I bought after Leanne Shirtliffe told me to.  (She may have just posted an article on them and asked for opinions.  But I’m pretty sure she said all the cool people own them.)

This is my outline for my manuscript.  I worked on it last night while Ginny slept.  She woke up.

This is the outline for my manuscript. I worked on it last night while Ginny slept. She woke up.

So tomorrow there will be some kennel training occurring here.  And hopefully some writing as well.  There will definitely be a lot of whining.  I just hope it’s mostly from the dog.

Now…

Be with us  next time for ‘Avalanche is better than none.’

(Once again.  Look up Rocky and Bullwinkle.)

It’s been a Heavy Summer

Have I mentioned this summer has been difficult to blog?

After I had my miscarriage, there was an ill timed pregnancy announcement.  It hurt.

I wanted to make sure I didn’t do something similar here.

There has been a difficult death in the family.  Trying to find humor in life or finding the irony in situations just seemed wrong.  There is no humor or irony in death sometimes.  And I don’t want anyone to think it doesn’t matter by carrying on as if nothing happened.

Because something happened and it was important.

My other problem this summer is due to my desire to write a scathing blog about a couple who divorced their spouses to be together.  I don’t believe in public shaming.  And I know I don’t know the whole story.  I just know the end result and it’s sad.

So many people are affected by two people’s decisions.  Or just one person’s.  It’s been hard to wrap my head around it.

Don’t get me wrong.  We’ve had fun this summer.  We’ve been to camp and seen family and gone swimming and just chilled.

It’s just also been a heavy summer that needed some quiet time.

I think I’ll be grateful for school to start.

When my kids start asking me if I knew Sacagawea when I was a child.

At least Build A Bear wasn't a complete waste.

At least Build A Bear is having a resurgence.

Writing and Water

Lately writing time has been non-existent. Summer is so unpredictable with camps and friends and smores. I never know when I will have a moment and lately the answer has been never- hence the lack of posts on my blog. 

I’ve missed it. When I don’t write, I miss words and paper and pens and typing. 

So I forced writing time. 

  We are at a water park. My kids are eating Dippin’ Dots and I’m existentially questioning my existence. 
But at least my red head skin has a nice off-white tan now. I wonder if I’d have a better tan if I stopped using SPF 50.