A Beaver

Yes. I know it’s Wednesday. Believe me, I know.

And instead of writing a blog for this week I spent my time writing a story about Vancouver. I found out about a brilliant writing contest, Pointgreynow put on by Ken Wyder. The idea caught my attention and in turn caught all my available time.

You won’t be able to read it unless Ken thinks it’s good enough to become a finalist.

I’ve got my fingers crossed.

(I did do a few other things this week. Turned 56. Survived a heatwave in Vancouver. Wrote a script for a crowd-sourcing campaign for “Cuffed, the Vancouver International Crime Fiction Festival.” Saw a beaver (a real beaver in the river swimming next to me as I walked along a trail 5 minutes from my home!) Found an iPhone, found the iPhone’s owner, returned the iPhone. Let FitBit push me to walk more. And most important, felt the love from so many friends that sent me lovely notes for my birthday. So in the end… I didn’t write a blog this week… but I felt blessed. And I saw a beaver!)