Archive for October, 2012

Halloween parties

Tuesday, October 30th, 2012

Halloween is a great time to express one’s inner self. Of course, sometimes it isn’t practical to wear a costume other than the one that’s been stored for the past year in the basement. My costume was dug out of the garage and worked well enough. It wasn’t really original, Indiana Jones, but gave me excuse to walk around with a gun and a whip. Plus the cool hat.

The party I went to was at the Old Timer’s Cabin, a fairly large venue with a lot of photographs from the 1900’s. Wood floors and logs used for the walls gave the place some character. When the decorations were put up and the fog machine running, I would not have been surprised to see a few ghosts.

I admired some of the costumes that were put together. There was Dogbert, from the comic strip Dilbert, a few superhero’s- or superheroines, monsters of various descriptions and assorted other personalities. As usual there were few men dressed up as women- fairly ugly women- and I was concerned how well these guys were able to walk in high heels. Maybe they did a bit too much practicing during the weeks previous to Halloween.

One of the short stories I wrote a few years back told of a Halloween party where one of the costumed characters was perhaps not really in disguise. I suppose that theme may have been done before. We could have a story where an alien, perhaps one of Grays, decides to join a Halloween party. Maybe the alien gets a little too drunk and starts shooting people with his laser gun.

Anyway, if you want to read my Halloween story, Fallen Angel, here is the link:

Writing on a road trip

Thursday, October 4th, 2012

Sometimes I enjoy going on road trips. Generally speaking the destination isn’t always great. Jasper is pretty nice with the mountains and the town itself, but I’ve done to trips to Lloydminster, Grande Prairie and Red Deer. They’re not bad as far as cities go, but not really a tourist hotspot. However, going on the road to these places does have an advantage for me as a writer.

In theory, staying a hotel by yourself gives you solitude, quiet, and in the case of some of these cities, nothing else to do but write. True, there is TV. But most of the good channels are beyond what the hotel establishment deems necessary for the guests. So there, with my trusty laptop, I attempt to write the next great Canadian novel. I trust I can do this, as being a wine agent, I have a good supply of wine that helps me believe I can do anything.

So it was with hope I headed to Red Deer, assuming I would be able to spend time writing. The first night didn’t go so well. I drove most of the day, stopping at Ponoka, Lacombe and Blackfalds (yeah, those are real names of towns) before reaching Red Deer. I talked to customers at a dozen liquor stores and restaurants, before finally reaching the hotel. I unpacked and headed back out to have dinner. By the time I returned it was late. A glass of wine later, and it was all I could do was to figure out how to use the TV remote control.

The second day wasn’t any better. Calls during the day, an appointment at a restaurant in the evening in the town of Sylvan Lake – see the attach photo, the highlight of my trip- left me too tired to write after my return to the hotel. I did do some writing, but I hardly call a business report great reading. Well, maybe my boss will like it.

So my writing didn’t go so well. I did sell some wine, and had a few glasses myself, but the great Canadian novel will have to wait a bit longer. On a more positive note, I did actually find a football game on TV, a lot better than the usual reruns. Now that I’m home, I shall try to find time to put together a few paragraphs each day that will eventually become a story.