Well, I’m back in my hometown of Montreal for seven glorious days of writing, reading, and running occasional errands. I have two major projects to finish up while I’m here, the first that SF pilot rewrite that, if it goes, will probably take me back to Vancouver, and the second a horror pitch that, should it move forward, will take me even further east to the home of puffins, toutons, and cod tongues. And, if both fail to land and all of the other projects I currently have in play fall through, then I’ll be heading even further east (or west) because, well, screw it. I don’t have (nor, frankly, require) the patience for this.
Pictured above: sis photobombs mom.
Ah, it wouldn’t be home without the fried peppers and crab mousse. Not pictured: the piece of home made apple pie the size of a George R. R. Martin paperback I had with an equivalent serving of Haagen-Dazs (vanilla, peanut butter chocolate fudge, and chocolate salted fudge truffle).
While I’m here, I will miss Akemi and Lulu and Suji and the comforts of home in Toronto, but mostly I’ll miss this daily indignant outrage at not getting out fast enough for walkies: