Banff has been magical. I’m more than halfway through my residency, and I’ve been chased by deer, started by pine martens, and nervously looking out my window for the grizzly bear the Park Service has warned us about. Bear 148 is wandering around the area, eating people’s jack o’ lanterns and looking for berries. Which is just fine until you realize, as my friends Chris and Sarah say, that there are at least 147 other bears out there.
I’m sleeping better than I ever have at a Banff residency, and writing well. I had a meeting with my editor (over teh internets!) on Thursday, and we talked about the trajectory of the novel and the work I’ve been doing on characters. And to get some last minute advice and encouragement, because heaven knows you need it when you’re in a creaky little studio working on a book. She’s checking in with me on Tuesday. I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to say that I’m done the first draft when I talk to her. That’s the goal!
But there’s still time to do other things. I walked down to town and had dinner with Chris and Sarah and their little guy, Louis. Roast beef! Yorkshire pudding! Selfies!
(“Oh, yeah, Heather, I know how to selfie. Okay! Make a funny face!”)
And then we got in the car and went skating.
Lou told me he thought we’d both fall down a lot, but astonishingly, neither one of us did. And after skating, a trip to Tim Horton’s because you need donuts after you go skating.
A really lovely night. And today? I’m in the studio, preparing to buckle down and FINISH THIS BOOK!