My sons exploring the world through the windows of a fish-head.
I have started a new short story this week and the central focus, so far, explores the concept of home.
Is home a specific place? Is it a person? Is it family or is it being part of a community? How does one define home?
I stumbled on this story by accident when I saw my Grandmother's first name, Audrey, on a book. Memory evoked hearing my Grandfather tenderly referring to her as "Aud," made me wish I could stop by for a coffee.
Once I started writing my thoughts my brain skipped to them moment I first felt I'd come home, except this moment came as I sat in a Bar, in a strange city, surrounded by strangers. To my logical mind this place should have been the opposite of home, so what was this I felt? This is a concept which I've been pondering for years and my idea of home keeps growing and changing. And no, that Bar was definitely not home, but then, that's part of a bigger story.
Thus I have my current story project and I plan on working on it more during July's "National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo) Camp". For those who don't know, this is a smaller version of the National Novel Writing Month event which is held every November and participants get the experience of being put in a cabin with other writers for the month, making a virtual community.
What would you work on if you had a whole month to develop it and a virtual community of like minded writers in which to call home while you did this?
Aww, here it's a hot summer day..., so it's hard to feel like spring again... But the other meaning of the word might suit our writing hopes quite as well!Look...
This is the second-largest well of my province. If you stand still for a while and look closer at the surface, you can see the sand and sulphur move in places, and how continuously the bubbles are rising from the ground... A curious feeling, actually. Let's find springs!
Summer in the Yukon is here, although it's only June, come August it will start to cool off and the leaves will start to change. This Spring we tackled the lawn, which had turned mostly to moss and spent a whole week stripping off moss to replant, what a job.
I thought for the word of the day today I would post Spring. I realize I probably posted it before a long time ago, but it might be a good start as I hope to spring back into more writing this summer :)
This photo is from a tree on our lawn. I'm not sure what kind it is, but it gets beautiful small white flowers. I took it last week and they are already out in full bloom this week.