This blog may cause your face to scrunch up in a less than attractive way and sounds reflecting just how revolting the whole thing is, may escape from your mouths. But bear with me, this is actually not about my ear wax, it is about Jane Goodall.
Well to you naysayers I offer you proof, although harm may come to you, if you choose to take up this challenge. Write a card or a letter to your wife or girlfriend, or partner, as you choose. In that card inscribe the following …
And there it was, hiding in plain view, something I could not have experienced until I was older, ’bout 75 or so, seems about right. I smiled as the thought grew in my mind, as I was driving down to the Fuller Lake Arena that morning,
This is an excerpt from my book BUBNA. It is an historical fiction about the Countess Bubna-Litic, who opened the original Hotel Eldorado in Kelowna, in 1926. Back then it was called the Eldorado Arms Inn. Just a few years earlier Prohibition had come to BC.
My injury was not insignificant, including a serious head wound and what I thought at the time was a broken arm, or shoulder. The pain was very severe but I immediately found myself being held safely in the arms of my wife Mac, reminded once again as our family has been on many occasions, that if you can possibly swing it, marry a nurse. They are so handy to have around at moments such as this.
It was 1919. The ‘war to end all wars’ was finally over and the world had survived a global influenza epidemic, the two historic events taking an unimaginable toll worldwide, wiping out entire generations. Optimism was in short supply. The cattle business had continued to thrive adding to the Countess’ vast wealth but as challenging as it was, it was not enough. She wanted more.
Authors note: I spend most of my summers in Deep Bay BC. It’s a beautiful secret and I know how lucky I am. It is easy to imagine times gone by and the people who were there and make up stories about them. Fumiko is an imagination. Ainsley is not. When I wrote this they were both ten.
Writing for profit is a fool’s game. I don’t, I write for myself. Some of my writing is profound, some is important, but most of it is neither of those two things. I am at my best as an observational humourist, filtering the mundane through the ‘amusing’ lens and writing.
David Sedaris is a great American observational humourist and he has unknowingly guided me as I spelunked my way through many a dark, confusing writing tunnel. He taught me to stop worrying about inspiration. He says that human beings are very funny, hilarious at times. The knack he says is to get better at seeing it. He is right, if I have grown as a writer it is because I am better now at ‘seeing’ us as we are, simple and complex, shallow and profound, tragic and hilarious. We are endlessly fascinating, a never ending source of writing inspiration.
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