You'll notice a new addition to my Must Reads. Bear (my gal pictured above) insisted! It's called Second Chance Horse Rescue and Rehabilitation, run by knowledgeable people and dedicated to helping our equine friends. I encourage you, Dear Readers, to check the site out and help spread to word about this most noble and worthy cause.

Thank you.

The Letter

Dear Readers,

Please forgive my use of this space to answer a letter. I promise to be as brief as possible. Thank you.

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K,

I ask that you please never contact me again, either directly or indirectly, no matter what the circumstance.

~Hawke

It's Howdy Doody Time!

Okay, so I lied.

I’m a little bummed out today, not because my muse is short-changing me on story ideas (I have four short stories on the go as we speak), but because I have zero ambition to finish them. Now that’s not to say that I don’t like them (I do), that they aren't interesting enough for me (they are), or that I don’t know where to take them (I know that as well). I just can’t seem to get past the first 1400 words. Perhaps what I need is a kick in the ass - a goal...which brings me to something I’ve been mulling over for the last few days: to sometime enter one of the many short story challenges on the writing forum.

We’ll see.

I also stared thinking about my previous flood entry today. Mainly, that someone might think I’m a pyromaniac. I’m not. What I was, was desperate. Now that’s not to say that I’ve never been in a desperate situation before. Just that I’d never thought of burning down the house before…or since. In fact, there was this one time when that had been the furthest thing from my mind, mostly because it would have been suicide to do so. Oddly enough, Mother Nature had been at fault for that one too, which is why I sometimes wonder if she really doesn’t have it out for me.

I heard on the radio the other day that Canada ranked in the top ten on the Happy Map for the happiest country to live in. I suppose that explains why one of my neighbours took an axe to my life-sized concrete deer in the front yard.

Go figure.

Dear Readers: A Remorseless Apology

This entry is going to be short and sweet and with my sincere apology though without remorse, mainly because I'm reading a novel right now and am thoroughly enjoying it.

Can one be enamoured with a novel? I believe so. It all goes back to what I said before: that reading a good novel is in a sense like having a long-term relationship. You don’t just enjoy it; you are engrossed by it. With that in mind, probably the most important thing I can say about this novel is that the author has successfully taken the reader (me) into another world. Not entirely, of course; I do not mean that it is actually another world. Except…well, it is. Another world is, after all, where fiction writers endeavour to take their readers. And writers are not immune from seeking and appreciating…what should I call it? How does “guided Nirvana” sound?

I won’t tell you the name of the novel or author unless given premission to do so. I also won’t tell you specifics of the many happenings that seem as though mini parallels of my own life. I will, however, say that I can’t remember enjoying a novel more. Now, anyone who knows me, knows that for me to say such a thing is no small shakes. But for those who don’t, let’s just say that I’m a picky reader to the point that many a novel has hit the bottom of my trash barrel long before the first few pages have been turned, no matter who wrote it. But not this one.

Definitely not this one.


Blessings,
Hawke