The continuing saga of a writing residency, in which our heroine watches a pine marten instead of writing chapter twelve.
Day five draws to a close. I spent almost all of it in the studio, working on chapters ten and eleven, and starting chapter twelve. This morning, the pine marten jogged by the studio, paused to look in, and galumphed off into the trees. They are the object of fascination for everybody in the colony – we talk about them at dinner, speculate on what they do during the day, and work with cameras on our desks so that we can try to get a picture of one as it goes racing by.
I slept like a log last night – no doubt due to the trip to the Sulphur Mountain gondola with Fred yesterday afternoon. We’re going horseback riding tomorrow…his first time riding, too, and I really hope that he enjoys it.
As for me…I’m enjoying Banff, and especially the Banff Centre. I waited such a long time for this, and I’m so very happy that I’m here now. I feel like a writer. The novel – I’m feeling entirely comfortable calling it that now – feels real, and I really like the direction it’s taking. I feel content with the work I’m doing, and…to be honest, I feel really proud of it, too. This story that’s emerging, characters I care about…it’s just such a privilege to be able to say that it’s mine.
And that was the kind of day I had.
Breakfast: bowl of cereal and coffee (trying not to overdo the bacon)
Lunch: more California rolls and a Happy Planet juice
Dinner: Teryaki beef, pasta primavera with feta cheese sprinkled on top, couscous, zucchini, chocolate orange cake and chocolate mousse with raspberry sauce, cranberry and club soda and a lot of water.