writing again

If anyone has any digital photos (even just one!) of the Urban Tapestry concert or the Library Boy performance at Conchord, I would really, really love to get a copy. Many thanks. :-)

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I got a ton of work done of my novel yesterday, yay! SO great to get back to my writing again. Starting September, I'm going to start querying for magazine articles again but for now, I'm allowing myself the luxury of focussing on my book. I enjoy writing both nonfiction and fiction, but my heart is in my novel-writing. Until I make a name for myself in fiction, however, the money's going to come from my nonfiction.

As much fun as the summer's been, I'm really, really looking forward to a wonderfully dull autumn.

I wonder if this is an age thing, or more a result of a way-too-hectic few years? More likely the latter, I think. Jeff started developing the habit of asking, "Any news?" at the end of each day during Inkspot, since so much was going on. At first "news" would refer to anything exciting. As things got more stressful and then bad, the term "news" took on a more negative connotation.

More recently, the ritual goes something like this:

Jeff: "Any news?"

Me: "Absolutely none."

Jeff: "Woohoo!"





It was really hot and humid in Toronto yesterday, around 34 degrees Celsius. I wanted to start running again, but after doing basically nothing but sleeping for a whole week, I suspect that a full-out run would probably not be the greatest thing for me right now. So I went for a 45-minute brisk walk instead, and combined it with a brief errand to return a video.

Jeff and I watched "From Hell" on Sunday night. I wasn't blown away, and neither was I scared. And for me, that's saying something...I get scared in the cheesiest B-movie horror flicks. Perhaps part of it was because I didn't find the characters particularly believeable or interesting. Heather Graham's character was particularly flat; besides, I had a lot of trouble swallowing the fact that a 19th century prostitute could have such a perfect complexion, teeth and salon hair.

Another reason I didn't like the movie was probably because the Jack the Ripper story has been covered way too many times in Hollywood. My favourite was "Time After Time", with Malcolm Macdowell (does anyone else out there remember that one?).

Had dinner at Penelope's (Greek food) with Luisa last night; we just hung out and chatted for a few hours over souvlaki and lamb dinners.

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Today's Blatherpics:

	Bike rack in Higginbotham Park, where Jodi, Amanda and I took a walk/run in Claremont.
	Jodi and Scott practising "California Dreamin'" in the Snyder's living room.