Peter Haskell<\/a> was killed in Los Angeles. I’ve written fairly extensively about the tragedy in this blog, miss him terribly and wish I could be with his family right now.<\/p>\nOh man, I\u2019ve planted the seeds and watch out, here comes fruition! Work. I\u2019m working on two videopoems with Derek von Essen, curating VV 2010, revising my novel, preparing to read at Word on the Street Festival while manning the domestic front of course. Never a dull moment. At least I\u2019m not sitting on a couch getting fat whilst waiting for something to happen, like my poor, dear mother.<\/p>\n
I swear I\u2019m dyslexic! I was trying to send a fax this morning, which wouldn\u2019t go through but insisted to my partner that I was dialing the numbers correctly, embarrassed when I double-checked to find I had actually inverted two digits. Yikes!<\/p>\n
My curator hat is on top this week as I agonize over decisions and program Visible Verse. We\u2019re celebrating 10 years this year, which happens to mean twice the work. But, all is well. The deer are in the salal, eating ripened berries and birdseed, our mutts bark at the doe and her fawn. The neighbour\u2019s cement mixer churns and groans. Now several neighbourhood lap dogs are yipping incessantly. Aiiieee!<\/p>\n
Writing is never far from my consciousness though. I’m brimming with ideas, more confident about the manuscript, more directed, mindful always of subtext. I feel like I\u2019m finally on a roll, juggling cuts and pastes the way I juggle roles. I just have to stop worrying in between writing jags. There will always be disruptions.\u00a0 I\u2019ve arranged to stay at a friend\u2019s cabin in the Nicola Valley for a week next month to write and finish the final draft.<\/p>\n
Looks like the bear was here this morning. I found the bird feeder dismantled this morning. When SamIAm went outside, his hackles rose immediately and he ran around the property in a tizzy tracking, woofing. I thought it might be around when I was walking them in the woods yesterday, they seemed spooked but I didn\u2019t see it. Or them. Apparently there are two bears on the island at the moment. I don\u2019t know why people are always surprised to hear that they swim over from the Sunshine Coast. I mean, think about it. It\u2019s not that far and they are powerful creatures.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My long dead parents\u2019 anniversary. Sad, yes, but sadder while they were alive. I can\u2019t remember a time when they weren\u2019t miserable together. Another sad anniversary; it’s been two years since my dear friend Peter Haskell was killed in Los Angeles. I’ve written fairly extensively about the tragedy in this blog, miss him terribly and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[10],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=396"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=396"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=396"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=396"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}