Historical fiction, paranormal/young adult/women’s fiction, call it what you will, my current in-progress novel could be labeled all of these.
When a woman time-travels to the past, meets intriguing characters, learns about herself and life, and brings that new knowledge back with her to the present and future, you have the gist of the novel I’m working on.
Imagine my joy when I met Veronica Knox, an editor who also writes paranormal books that include time travel. Then imagine my excitement when she liked my plot and encouraged me to develop it. Then think of my gratitude when she said I could call and talk with her about it and even recommended books to read to help me with the plotting.
So, if you don’t see frequent posts here, be assured I’m busy writing my book.
Where should Magda go next?
I’d like to take her to another island. Perhaps she can go by ferry to another Gulf Island, or perhaps she’ll go to Haida Gwai and solve a mystery there.Then again, she could travel across Canada and visit Prince Edward Island and learn about Anne of Green Gables. What about the Greek Islands? That’s a journey I’d love to share with her. There are so many choices among the hundreds of thousands of large and tiny islands on our amazing planet. Where do you think I should take her? Please let me know what you think.
The novel I’m working on, Magda’s Mysterious Stranger, addresses this horrendous issue of child soldiers. My heart aches for these kids.
Magda and her friends, Brent, Jo, Shauna, and Rowan, encounter a man that has a lot of anger and behaves suspiciously. Their suspicions and their actions create a major problem for the man but also for the residents of Mayne Island.
Life has more horrors than they knew about, though. They are confronted by the nearly unbearable reality of child soldiers!
Art is often a strategy people use to cope with incomprehensible situations. These five friends use their music to do something constructive to help deal with what they’ve learned.
I never thought of myself as a playwright. But a few months ago, the Mayne Island Little Theatre challenged locals to write plays that were no longer than twenty minutes, had no more than three characters, and depicted a view of island life. These plays were to be submitted blind, no names attached.
Well, finding that a challenge was just what my writing needed at the time, I decided to give it a try.
I recalled a humourous experience while giving a ride to someone, and this became my first play.
My second play started life as a short story about the internment of Mayne Islanders of Japanese origins.
I enjoyed writing the plays, but was of two minds about submitting them. I rather timidly, and urged by friends, while not really expecting them to be chosen, entered them.
I was shocked when the theatre company’s readers selected both my efforts. Tomorrow and for the next two nights, my little darlings, along with three others by local writers, will be displayed for all to see.
You can probably imagine my excitement.
We had a big scare yesterday. On the ferry going to Swartz Bay, my husband passed out. I thought of dialing 9-1-1 but knew that was pointless right away, so then I got out of the car and went looking for someone to tell a ferry worker to announce that we needed a doctor. The sensible-looking man I selected just happened to be a doctor! He examined my husband, who had come around again, took his pulse, and said I should take him to an emergency clinic. My husband and I switched places and when the ferry arrived, we drove to the Saanich Peninsula Hospital where the response was quick. In no time at all he was on a bed with sticky bits and wires all over him, attached to a monitor that measured his heart beats, oxygen level, and pulse, and took his blood pressure every so often. He was seen by a delightful nurse and a serious doctor, given blood tests, and released four hours later. We learned never to skip breakfast, especially after too few hours of sleep. This is something we’re going to have to deal with every time we take the 7:00 am ferry. We will.