Happy Halloween everyone!
I’ve had a great writerly October at the Junior Authors Convention, the BC Teacher Library gala event, in helping out at the writers’ workshop at the Vancouver Science Fiction Convention, and catching some of the Writers’ Festival.
Seriously, it’s almost like a month long Halloween party. I learned some important lessons for writing as well, which, once I’ve cobbled it all together I’ll chat about on this blog.
In the meantime, phew, I’ll be quite happy to stay home tonight and hand out candy to trick-or-treaters.
I’ll sort of be participating in a fun Halloween event; my zombie story will be part of a Halloween production this evening:
Have a safe and fun evening!
I’ve always wondered why cute cuddly owls are used as Halloween symbols. I mean really, what’s so scary about them. That is… I’ve wondered until this week…
We live close to a section of the Canada trail, and my husband and I love to hike down there every chance we get. Well, Monday we got a late start, and it was almost dusk when we hit the bottom of the trail which is close to the inlet. We were the only ones on the trail, and it was getting dark and more than a little spooky. Then we heard the most chilling sound. “That can’t be kids,” said my husband. I had no idea what could make such diabolical screeching. All I knew was that sound made the hair on the nape of my neck stand up, and my skin break out in goose bumps. We moved faster, rounded the corner of the trail and heard loud crashing. Leaves flew down and branches snapped as two huge gray owls swooped low over our heads, so close I could count the feathers on one’s outstretched wing.
Truly a Halloween moment!
Speaking of the fall, pumpkins and spookiness…stay tuned for the cover of Grim Hill: Carnival of Secrets. It’s coming very soon.