Tuesday, 21 July 2009

The goddess of cellulite

overcast, still, humid - temps 24

Not as warm or delightful as yesterday. Went off to Cowansville for our french toast breakfast this morning then scooted home. My sister-in-law, Audi, called from Edmonton and we spent an hour chatting. She's terrific...always makes sure to keep in touch. Much better than I am! We have a family reunion every year. We realized when our mother died (Dad died many years before) that unless we made an effort and committment, we might drift apart. So every year we have a reunion, and take turns hosting it. It changes, of course...or more precisely, the participants change...the one thing we feel strongly about is that the "core" three siblings be there, but kids of course often have other ideas - so the niece and nephew count varies.

This year it's our turn, and my brother Rob (Audi's husband) had a brilliant idea. Why not come for Canadian Thanksgiving, in early/mid October... it's a magical time because the nights are drawing in, everyone's in sweaters, and the woodfires are lit. But mostly the trees are changing colour. Out west, where Rob and Audi live, there aren't so many maples, so they miss, and yearn for, the spectacular autumn colours.

So this year we'll all be together here...SO looking forward to it.

The fall launch events are beginning to be finalized. I'll be doing events near Guelph, Ontario, Kingston, Ont...Sutton, Ont. Toronto. Montreal. Indianapolis, Houston, Phoenix and a few other places not yet pinned down. A little more complicated this year since both the US and Canadian books are being launched at the same time.

Busy day today...the Kingston Writers Festival needed a short essay...I'm their Author of the Week next week. And the CBC is gearing up for The Murder Stone (aka A Rule Against Murder) being their book club selection for the entire month of August. If you're interested in joining, here's the link...


Hope that works. But they needed a whole lot of info and photos and links...felt quite overwhelming...and they need them right away. Still, it's wonderful for us, but feels a little stressful at times.

But managed to get another 48 pages edited. Single spaced...so zooming along. So far, so good.

Nothing on the schedule for tomorrow, which generally means the world will come calling. Better than silence, I guess.

Off to the elliptical torture machine. Why isn't cellulite considered as attractive as skin and bones??? When I'm in charge of the world, it will be. Until that happy day, it's the elliptical for me!

Wish me luck.


Marjorie said...

Dear Louise,

Regarding your tour schedule and places to be pinned down...I sure hope that New York City will be on that list. I can't expect that you would come all the way to Connecticut, but I would be happy to travel the two hours to the big city to see you. Keeping fingers crossed...

--Marjorie from Connecticut (where the best fruit are the locally grown apples and they won't be here until the fall.)

lil Gluckstern said...

So great to be busy; it helps you to gorget the cellulite. Chocolate covered blueberries-a new definition of bliss! Have to see how to improvise that.

humble.pie said...

i like the thumbnail description of the monks' vocation at st-benoƮt-du-lac. See, they cover the bluebs with chocolate one-by-one, chanting prayers while hand-dipping each berry w tweezers.
It's the only place in the whole world where people die from macular degeneration in significant numbers.

Louise Penny Author said...

Dear Marjorie,

As it turns out I heard from the publicist today and we might be doing a mini-tour in Connecticut! Beginning of October. Will let you know when and where as soon as I do. Love to see you out...hope it's in your area.

Louise Penny Author said...

Dear Lil,

Oh, you have NO idea...heaven! Good luck experimenting.

Louise Penny Author said...

Dear Hum,

Ha, love your mind...actually it's the monks in Mistissini (sp?)...up in the Saguenay region, though the monks in St-Benoit certainly sell the brothers berries. But it's often a fight scene to get to them.