Old Farts

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I think I’m beginning to understand old dudes, or at least a cohort of them. Not the jolly old farts with waistbands unselfconsciously hauled into armpits, tossing grandkids in the air and yelling at the TV when CBC sports are on, but the sour ones, the ones who carry a look of perpetual dissatisfaction and who grump and complain and vote Conservative. Mean old men, angry old men.

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Shift in time

It’s been a great couple of weeks. We decided – after cancelling a trip to Arizona – to spend a couple of weeks bumbling about our old stomping grounds in the Gulf Islands in Peanut. It’s been about 4 years since we sold our sloop Fainleog and I had forgotten how spectacularly gorgeous this part of the world is, especially this early in the season when most nautical yahoos are still at home and anchorages are empty.

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Another novel on it’s long, tortuous way

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One of the real delights in being a novelist – in part because it’s such a rare occurrence it never gets old – is the completion of a book. And I just did. Complete a book. Whoopie!

One of the questions I often get is “how long did it take?”, which really is impossible to answer. I started the book over ten years ago, sometime in the mid noughts. But that was the first incarnation. Then I started playing with it, changing a great deal of its structure, not liking the result, and then abandoned it. Since then I wrote and published another novel, A Dark and Promised Land.

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