Well, I've hit on a book deal. Although the contract isn't finalized yet, I am going to be writing "Life in the Blue Helmet" (working title), a collection of stories about Canadian servicemen and servicewomen who have been on overseas missions since the Cold War, for Bookland Press.
I'm really excited about this project. I have a lot of connections from my army days (and I knew personally a soldier who was killed in Afghanistan last year), and I will be spending my spring
interviewing soldiers who have been on NATO or UN missions. (If anyone knows anyone I could talk to, tips would be welcome...)
Many thanks to Marianne to putting me in contact with Bookland. It wouldn't have happened without you. I'm lucky to know writers who win contests!
Dove Tale Writers have banded together because we are addicted. Our drug is the written word. In the privacy of our own psyches, we write about our loves, our demons. We write about our joys, our scars. We write about the places we have been, and the places we hope to go. As one of our Dove Tale authors writes, "There will always be stones to turn and stories to write."
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Took wild thing a while to figure out the new way of posting, but here she is.
She woke up this morning with the first lines of the following poem. She wrote them down and, half asleep still, knitted on the rest. No master piece, but it it conveys the sentiment. Maybe it wakes up dovetale bloggers.
winter blues
will winter melt
away now
will water again
run free
will flower fairies
waken
will birds &frogs
sing songs
will trees shake off
their icicles
sap coursing through
their veins
will skates & skis
be stored away
will boats & bicycles
be seen
will nature fold away
white robes
and reappear in
green
Hey, wild thing used fancy lettering. Blog publishing is too prozaic for that.
She woke up this morning with the first lines of the following poem. She wrote them down and, half asleep still, knitted on the rest. No master piece, but it it conveys the sentiment. Maybe it wakes up dovetale bloggers.
winter blues
will winter melt
away now
will water again
run free
will flower fairies
waken
will birds &frogs
sing songs
will trees shake off
their icicles
sap coursing through
their veins
will skates & skis
be stored away
will boats & bicycles
be seen
will nature fold away
white robes
and reappear in
green
Hey, wild thing used fancy lettering. Blog publishing is too prozaic for that.