Good morning internet. It has been over a month since my last confession I mean post. If all I had was writing, this would be unforgivable, but because I’m me I have non-writing commitments which also needed to be tended to. But now I’m back, and just in time.

July and August are being set aside to finish editing the book which will see publication this year. I’ll also be using this time to arrange a venue for a book launch in Vancouver and confirm with my Mother about one in Saskatoon at the same time (roughly).

The thing that gets me when I’m reading my dad’s work is that I begin to analyse it. It’s one thing to analyse a writer’s work and it’s an entirely different thing when you are analysing someone’s work who you knew very well. You begin to think about what they were thinking as they were committing the words to the page. How they felt, physically and mentally. How they perceived their roles in life and how they interacted with their friends and family. Please note, that while I do all of this, I still am able to enjoy the story for what it is. Entertainment. I merely get much more out of it than most people do.

This also reminds me that I need to go to the store to pick up paper, a black ink cartridge and a red pen….