Okay, I can’t take it anymore!

This whole, not writing until September thing, is not going to work.  I miss blogging way too much.  What I am going to do is try to cut back on my addiction.  Blog once a week over the summer.  That way, I will still have tons of time for my manuscript, but I won’t loose touch with you guys completely. 

Not only that, I felt really bad.  I was hoping that after I wrote my “taking a break for the summer” blog that you guys would say to yourselves, “Okay.  Meg’s taking a break.  I’ll write September 3rd down in my calendar and come back then.” But you guys are still coming.  What you are looking at, I don’t know, but I am touched by your loyalty.

So, this is the deal.  I will blog once a week.  Unless something really exciting happens and then you’ll get a double dose. 

Now here is an abbreviated version of the last couple weeks away:

At the airport the Great Canadian Books store had my book, Porcupine featured right over the cashier!  When I saw that they did that, I danced around a bit in the hall and then Don and I went for some Japanese food next door. 

My new agent, Laura Langlie is so wonderful I can’t even believe the things she does.  I feel very, very lucky.  And if I had been blogging regularly I would have given you the blow by blow of the last few weeks, but now there are too many to even list.  I’d be here all day. 

Don and I went to a writing workshop.  We were meeting up with a bunch of friends.  There was/still is a huge fire.  We were around 15 minutes from the place when we ran into a road block and the police informed us that we would have to go around.  A round-about route that added another 5 hours of driving to our trip.  Not a welcome addition, since we had left our house in Vancouver at 3:30 AM.  And had been traveling for ten hours already.  We finally got there.  The sky dark with smoke, the sun blood red through the haze.  It was not so bad at the beginning but in the next few days it got harder to breath, grey ash falling covering everything.  Me wishing I had brought a different colour of sweater, because by the time we walked down the hill to where the workshop was, the shoulders of my black sweater were covered with the greyish white flakes and it reminded me of my Step-father and me having to scratch his head.  There was a skunk residing under the floor boards of the room they assigned us too, and it was extremely smelly and I got pro-active and somehow cajoled them to give us another room.

We decided to leave the place where the writing workshop was being held, because a couple of the people in the workshop had breathing issues, and lo-and-behold a miracle happened and we found a new place a couple hours down the coast that had just the right amount of spare rooms and we moved the whole thing there.  And the one lonely writer who was unable to make the move...showed up on the last day and wrote a really wonderful kick-ass piece!  It was a crazy, chaotic, perfect workshop and everyone wrote beautifully.  Inspiring on many levels.

Then we went to San Francisco to Book Passage to cheer our friend, Ken, with his panel presentation at the Mystery Writers Conference.  He was great!  A real rock star and we treated him as such.  (You r________s you.) And since we were there Don and I went to a bunch of the talks and even though I don’t write mysteries, we learned a lot. 

AND...James Fant, (our friend and part of Don and Ken’s writing group) GOT AN AGENT!!!!!  Whooheee!  A really good one.  Amy Rennert.  She was on several of the panels and seemed really nice and down to earth and super smart.  So congratulations to both of you!

And Emily is coming home on July 5th and I am over the moon!

And I am going to see the fantabulous Rosie O’Donnell in the Cyndi Lauper True Colours Tour, this afternoon and my friend Samantha (of Bolen Books fame) is coming over on the little sea-hopper plane, and we are going to dance and sing and get burnt in the sun and let me tell you this.  These two girls are GOING to have fun!

And the first day after I did my “I’m going to take a break” blog, this thing happened at the ferry terminal and I wanted to blog it, but I was trying to ween myself, so I wrote it on my desktop instead, but now I am blogging, so I will post it right after this. 

Now, remember everyone.  I am only going to blog once a week during the summer...At least that is what I am telling myself.  Let’s see if I can do it.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Wednesday, July 02, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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