
On the morning of Dec. 31st, there was quite a bit of hoarfrost. I grabbed my camera and went north of the river to take some photos.
Continue reading “Hoarfrost around town”Part-time prevaricator
On the morning of Dec. 31st, there was quite a bit of hoarfrost. I grabbed my camera and went north of the river to take some photos.
Continue reading “Hoarfrost around town”I came across this well-worn but still valid piece of writing advice on Twitter yesterday:
If you plan on subverting [expectations], you need to subvert with the goal of something BETTER.
And now today, on CBC’s Sunday Edition, they’re talking about Robert Munsch’s game-changing book The Paper Bag Princess, which came out in that long-ago era of 1980 and subverted all the expectations about what a fairy tale should be.
I remember discovering (or perhaps re-discovering) The Paper Bag Princess in my twenties. As a young man who had heard a million fairy tales with the “and then they got married” happily-ever-after ending, it was a very different ending than I was expecting: the princess doesn’t marry the prince, not even after rescuing him from the dragon.
It was a different kind of ending, but still a happy ending. Maybe not so happy for the prince, but then he did nothing to earn a happy ending. It subverted the trope and made a new, better thing from it.
So go: subvert the expectations. Subvert all the expectations. Make it better.
Header image: Maman, across the street from Notre-Dame Cathedral Basilica, in Ottawa.
To whoever left this on the sidewalk in front of Hairistocracy, thank you for brightening my morning.
Over on Twitter, Rosemary Mosco asked about books read and loved in the past year. I took a look at my list, and here are some of the highlights of the year so far, in no discernible order:
How was your year in reading?
Jo Walton said: “There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.”
I took this photo just outside Headingley on my way home from Winnipeg. I’m not sure if the ones lying down were felled in the Thanksgiving storm, or if they’re meant to replace weakened pylons (though I lean toward the former).
[Update, 8 Jan. 2020] They’re replacing the pylons, or supplementing them. The last time we went into Winnipeg, on Boxing Day, the pylons were now standing, though not yet strung with wires.
Yesterday I went to a session put on by Diaspora Dialogue on the topic of pitching your work to agents and publishers.
I had assumed that the format would be a presentation style, but when I arrived I discovered it was more a round table format, with the four agents and publishers answering questions from the room.
I didn’t have any specific questions ready, but that was okay, because the others in the room asked about several topics of interest to me.
Transcribed below are my notes from the event.
Written last night, but I’ll post it today.
The sun was about an hour above the horizon, and the light had that endless quality, like everything it touched yearned to be golden and knew that this hour would be its best chance.
from “Summertime in the Void”, 2nd draft
I pulled up at Chez Angela not long after a car accident. As I was preparing to leave, the ambulance pulled up and parked next to me, boxing me in, so I went back into the bakery and had a coffee to wait them out.
The cars involved are on the other side of the fire truck in the photo. I felt it would be bad form to wander around the site taking photos. Plus it was way warmer inside, sipping my coffee, than out in the street.
When I left, about ten minutes later, the police were still there, and two tow trucks had showed up.
As far as I could tell, no one was seriously hurt, but at least one of the vehicles was not in great shape.