Don’t know about you, but I didn’t get to see the Hunter’s Moon this weekend since I was working Saturday evening (of course, it was a clear sky) and last night, it rained. Boo.

I should have been in Bogota, Colombia. I saw a photo of it posted by someone I follow on Instagram. Glowing bright and beautiful.

Anyway, this week I get to have lunch with a couple of friends (who happen to be talented artists) I haven’t seen since late spring. It’ll be a gabfest. I’m not sure we’ll get to say everything we need to say to each other before we have to go back to our little corners of the universe. That’s only because we have a habit of going off-tangent, once and awhile. I guess that means another lunch date with them before Christmas.

Then, last night, I got invited to a book launch by my writing mentor. He will be interviewing the author at the launch and thought I might find her book interesting. I’m going to go to it. Besides I haven’t seen my mentor in a couple of months. I think we’re overdue for a good chat.

The final American presidential debate between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump is this Wednesday. I was fortunate enough to be entertained by Twitter during the first two debates and skipped watching the televised events. I may not be so lucky for the last one. I work at a place where a number of eyeballs will be glued to the TV to see what flies out of Donald Trump’s mouth. I may have no choice but to accept his racist and misogynistic rants as workplace ambient noise. Ambient noise and Trump don’t exactly go together.

Can you tell I am no fan of that narcissistic, thin-skinned, mean-spirited, hateful, sociopathic asshole? If I was an American voter, Clinton would get my vote.

I don’t think it will be much of a stretch to say that this American election will be the most closely watched and scrutinized election by those living outside of the United States, especially by its neighbours, Canada and Mexico. The bars and the pubs will be busy that night. I’ve been invited by a friend to watch the election at a local pub. Haven’t decided whether to go or not. If I do, it will be a last minute thing.

Otherwise, I’ll watch Netflix and catch the last hour or so of the election coverage or head out to a movie theatre and watch Doctor Strange.

I’m craving hot buttered popcorn right now. But I don’t have any on hand… ok, I could go for butter-flavoured rice cakes instead… great, looks like I don’t have that on hand, either… grapes! I take grapes. I suppose you’re wondering why I would willing eat rice cakes. I eat them because I actually like them. A trip to the grocery store is needed.

There are a few more things I need to sort out before the upcoming research trip. Not feeling super excited yet. But I’m sure that will change soon enough. Hoping to have a blast learning what I need to know.

Learning new things, especially when I want to learn, is a blast. And applying what I will learn will be even better.

In need of bewitching

Today is Thanksgiving here in the Great White North, aka Canada. Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canucks!

All I can say is I’m thankful for being a Canadian after listening to the second American presidential debate between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump last night. Gong show. That’s all I’m going to say.

What am I doing today for Thanksgiving? The usual. Dinner with family. I’m making two dishes and the other family members are taking care of the rest. Does that make it potluck? I don’t know. I’ll be making marinated pork back ribs (sorry, no turkey) and a yam and apple casserole done in the slow cooker. Mmm, mmm, good.

After listening to the presidential debate, I had to clear my brain. I would have loved to have watched some Game of Thrones to clear the ole noggin. But considering I don’t subscribe to HBO (something I may have to consider eventually), the next best thing I could do was listen to the Season 6 soundtrack from the show. Nothing like re-arranging my brain synapses back to where they were after trying to process surrealism.

Ramin Djawadi’s work as a composer is brilliant. If I could be in the same room with him and watch his process, it would be absolutely eye-opening for me. I would revel in it and pick his brain.

Watching creative people do their thing is intoxicating. Engaging with creative people is intoxicating. Creativity is intoxicating, beguiling and bewitching. Quite frankly, it is a huge turn-on for me, and I’m not necessarily referring to it in a sexual way. When you’re inspired, you want to aspire to be more than what you are. When you get to engage with someone who inspires you, there is no need artificial stimulants. The whole thing is a beautiful high. I can probably count the number of times I’ve had the good fortune of experiencing that pleasure on one hand. However, I can’t recall anything off the top of my head. That doesn’t bode well. But I remember the emotions and energy associated with that creative engagement. That means I’m way overdue for some creative intoxication.

Anyway, I better get going and start cooking part of that Thanksgiving dinner for this evening.


Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning — Gloria Steinem

October has arrived. And near the end of this month, I will be going on my field trip or research trip, if you want to call it that. You could even refer to it as a vacation since I’ll be using my vacation time for this. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited about the trip.

It’s more than just a vacation. It’s an opportunity to take in the sights, sounds and tastes of the place. To disconnect from everything that has been in my face for the last little while. To absorb everything like a sponge — assuming I’m still capable of being a sponge. To open myself up to a different world and culture. And to let my imagination run wild and run free with all sorts of possibilities for my writing.

Yes, I haven’t indicated where this field trip is located. I’m just being evasive. Sorry, you’ll just have to put up with my nonsense. But it is justified nonsense. Only a handful of people know where I’ll be going and I’d like to keep it that way for now.

Anyway, there is still field trip-related shit to do before it happens. It’s been awhile since I’ve been on an adventure. Way over due. This upcoming adventure should keep me satiated for awhile. Either that or I’ll be craving for more. We’ll see.

There is a book I need to dig into even though I’m trying to work through another one. I think I’ll temporarily put that one aside to concentrate on the new one. I think I can rip through the new book faster than the other one. I don’t know why I’m having such a tough time working my way through the other book. Maybe it’s the author’s storytelling style. Maybe it’s the way all the characters have been introduced to me as I turn the pages. Sinking into the book has been challenging. It’s a little annoying that I can’t get into it, to be honest. But I know the book is worth reading so I will go back to it after I go through the new book. Both these books are part of my research.

The closer to the trip, the more I’ll be dreaming about it. Not dream in the sense that I’ll be dreaming about the trip in my sleep. More like, at any given moment, pre-occupied or not, I’ll be thinking/daydreaming about it. The more I daydream about the trip, the more I’ll be thinking about my two main characters for the next novel. They’re as excited about the trip as I am. Can’t blame them.

There will be lots of conversations between me and the boys during and after the trip. Lots of conversations. It’s gonna be great.