overcast, cool, temps 6
Turtleneck and sweater day. Fire laid about to be lit. Wonderful late autumn day. Trees almost bare. When they decide to lose their leaves it doesn't take long.
Had breakfast in Knowlton this morning...wonderful. This afternoon need to pack, do laundry and have another recording session. I'm doing the narration for a film on literacy. Hope to finish it this afternoon. Have to, actually. Am off to Montreal tomorrow morning, an event at 7:30pm at the Pierrefonds library in Montreal, then another one Wednesday evening at the Poite Claire Library, then an early morning flight to Chicago then on to Indianapolis, for Magna Cum Murder.
I'm actually the guest of honor there, and am really looking forward to it. It's a wonderful conference for mystery readers and writers. Quite academic, since it's sponsored by Ball State University. But also organized by the amazing kathryn Kennison and Jim Huang. Jim runs a fabulous mystery bookstore in Indianapolis.
From there, next Sunday, I fly to Toronto for the International Federation of Authors festival at Harbourfront...and a series of events in and around Toronto - including a couple of fun ones in and around Collingwood.
So plan to hop into a bath, relax, and enjoy. And take it one event at a time.
Gary's back working on the place and had to give him the embarrassing news that late last week I tried (important word there...tried) to flush a pot roast down the toilet.
When he'd finished laughing - which was dangerous since he was up on our roof - he said he'd bring the 'snake' back this afternoon and de-roast us.
Oh, and had a fabulous review of THE MURDER STONE in this weekend's Irish News. They named it a 'Hot Book', gave it 8/10. So that's good.
Will try to blog tomorrow...be well.
10 comments:
Dear, dear, dear Louise,
Once again, you made my day. Hope the de-roasting went well...
Just can't wait until tonight to see you and... my book! Even beg my sister to report a little visit to our parents new appartment so I wouldn't miss you.
See you later!
Oh please elaborate-there has to be a story in there-why oh why were you flushing a pot roast?
Dear Frouch,
Looking forward to seeing you too. Glad to make your day!
Dear Frouch,
Looking forward to seeing you too. Glad to make your day!
Dear Frouch,
Looking forward to seeing you too. Glad to make your day!
Dear Cece,
Oh my, you can see my impatience coming through...it the publish button three times when nothing happened. Oh well.
About the pot roast...ironic really given how much pot is flushed down the toilet in this area when the police find the grow-ops, but like a dope I flush a roast.
This is what comes of home cooking in our home. I'd made a slow-cooker roast about a week and a half ago - then left for Baltimore. Wanted Michael to have some food he just had to heat up. I overestimated how much pot roast one human could eat...or wante4d to eat. So there was one quite large hunk left over. By the time I got back I thought it was no longer safe to eat...and had just missed garbage day (which is every 2 weeks in our area) - so the only reasonable thing to do was to...well, you know the rest. Perhaps a slightly more reasonable appraoch would have been to cut it up into toilet-sized pieces. But where's the sport in that?
Happily the roast has left the building.
love the roast anecdote!!
for a moment thought you were experimenting with ways to dispose of body parts for next book...
I can see Clara doing that...not the body parts, of course, but a culinary experiment gone bad.
Derar Ovidia,
Damn, you found me out.
Dear Cece,
So can I actually. I've heard about fictional characters becoming more and more real, but I wonder if it goes in the other direction too?
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