Well, I’m home again — back in Calgary. The residency was wonderful. Really great writing accomplished, and a good start on this third draft of a novel. Maybe this draft is the one? I hope so!
I came home a day and a half early…something I ate wasn’t really agreeing with me. There was a midnight escapade with a vole in the room that got in from outside (not surprising, really, given that it’s on the side of a mountain in a national park). These things do happen, and I was offered a new room for the night. Fred, bless him, came to help me move.
Needless to say, though, I’m a little tired. I was happy to clamber onto the Brewster bus and start the trek home.
It was a really good residency. It was wonderful to spend it with Fred, who is still in Banff today…lovely to have a friend along for the ride, to talk to at meals and head out on walks. And have campfires.
We were even lucky enough to see a fawn one evening, coming back from a walk:
I’m heading back to Banff in about three weeks for a Leighton studio residency — a lovely little cabin in the woods for me, and more intense work on the novel. The first section is finished; there are at least two more to go, and I think it’s going to be a great story. Here’s hoping!
And…I got author pictures done. There was a wilderness photography workshop running, and one of the photographers, Daniel Paquet, offered to do some portraits of me. There are some truly extraordinary pictures. I admit that I did not see myself this way, and it’s pretty liberating to see such lovely shots.
Now all I have to do is publish a novel. And believe me, I’m working on it.