I have been on a pilgrimage. In the span of seven hours, crossing hundred kilometres and falling backwards nearly 100 years, I made my way to a sacred place where I could express my devotion. And my gratitude. For once I had arrived, I knew I belonged there. I have been reading Lucy Maud Montgomery … More The Race of Joseph who Write
Christmas at the Odd BookIt is possible, I’ve discovered,to take up residence in a bookshop for just 24 hours startingat closing time on Christmas Eveand staying all the waythrough Christmas Day It happened at least once said the white-haired chapbehind the counter at the Odd Bookin between his forays up the stairs to carry down … More
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 