It took me nine months to finish the puzzle. This seems about right as puzzling goes for me. I refuse to impose deadlines or quantitative expectations, content to set four or five pieces in place in one sitting. Sometimes even one piece provides peace of mind. When I started Van Gogh’s Starry Night, I quickly … More Puzzling and unpuzzling
I like to imagine the loons were humouring me. And who am I to know if they were, or if I just happened to be in exactly the right place at exactly the right time. Either way, I witnessed something unexpected. Something extraordinary. Something magical. I’d been kayaking earlier that morning, only my paddle and … More And then there were eight
I find it curious that the book I spent five years writing has become less mine in the year and a half since its publication. Before launching it out into the world, it was so much mine — my thoughts, woven through sentences written over and over again until they became story. After launching I … More In Excellent Company
Lynda MacGibbon 