Welcome, 2012!

Photo by David Tompa

The last few moments of 2011 flew by in a flurry of editing as I got Draft 6 of my novel manuscript tidied up. It was a mad dash and it’s 326 pages are in the very capable hands of Mark Freeman for the next while. It’s strange to not wake up each morning and get inside Bea’s world, and I must admit, I miss her, Bea, my main character, but it’s good to step away. And there’s that whole absence makes the heart grow fonder thing. That or more critical if it’s writing stuff…

I’m not much of a New Year’s Eve party girl, and for the last ten years have stayed in and made books, but this year, I needed do something decidedly not bookish, and ventured up north with some dear friends and new friends and we celebrated the end of 2011 and and the beginning of 2012 with apple pie and champagne and a walk along the ocean-like Lake Huron. Though that’s not our champagne cork, there was plenty of the bubbly stuff.

And just like that, it’s 2012! Glory be!

So far, so good. My soundtrack is Christa Couture’s Happy New Year ukelele tune. Man, I love that woman. I’m halfway through The Borrower, by Rebecca Makkai and I do so love the literariness of the tale. I finished up my Christmas thank you cards last night and think it’s safe to declare I have perfected a gingerbread cake recipe (that is SO delicious with lemon curd!)

And, though we’re only four days into this year, I’m nearly done knitting a scarf, which is good because I’m heading to the very chilly land of Saskatchewan for a three-week residency.

I’m writing the narrative/script/text for the incredible Shannon Litzenberger‘s new piece HOMEbody and will be poking around abandoned farm houses and teaching an integrated arts curriculum to students in Yorkton.

I’m excited to test out my parka in winter weather (not this mild, snowlessness Toronto’s been experiencing!) and start into the pile of books I’m going to lug west (including Esi Edugyan’s Half-Blood Blues, Patrick DeWitt’s The Sisters Brothers, and Dani Couture’s poetry collection, Sweet. There’re heaps more, but we’ll have to see what fits in my suitcase.

I say, bring on the huge unending skies…