MIA Somewhere in Nova Scotia

April seems so far away yet it was only four short months ago. Since April 2nd I’ve worked non-stop…practically every day; in some cases twice a day for two different employers. When I set out to find a part time job this spring, I had no idea I’d end up working fifty to sixty hours a week and using seven to eight and a half hours of my week driving to and from work.

That chews up a lot of life…a lot of writing time.

The only writing I’ve accomplished in the past four months is a few blog posts and my weekly genealogy column. I attempted to edit a short thirty thousand-word novel but failed when my weary schedule got the best of me.

Now with my seasonal job slowing down slightly, I am more likely to get two days off, which means I work only 45 to 48 hours a week. This gives me time to tend to the garden, start a new pasture for the goats and upgrade the chicken coop…but it doesn’t allow me time to absorb myself into fiction writing, which is what I need to accomplish anything.

On the bright side, my job ends in October, leaving me all winter to write, edit and catch up on many things I’ve missed.

Here are a few things I’ve noticed while I’ve been MIA:

1) Spam: My last blog post was April 25th. Before this date, I received very few spam comments. On average, I may have gotten one every two weeks. Since April 25th—with my blog appearing ‘inactive’—I’ve received two or three a day. This leaves me to conclude that spam targets inactive blogs.

2) The instant world of information, email and everything technological has spread to other parts in our lives. We now want everything instant: our food, our service and our garden display (which includes mature trees overnight). You should see the confusion and agony in the eyes of some people when you tell them it will take ten years for the tree they are buying to grow thirty feet. You’d think they believed they’ll be six feet under before they see it that size or that in some ways their popularity in the neighbourhood will drop because their tree is still…small and growing. I mean…size is everything.

3) Summer passes quickly when you’re working outside the house. Can you believe we are half way through and in a few short weeks we’ll need school supplies?

4) If you spend a few minutes here and there, yes, you can get a blog post completed.

And more news…        

My short story Milking Sunshine was published in the Spring Issue of Understorey Magazine.

Here’s what you’ll find on the About page for the publication: “Understorey Magazine publishes online stories of mothering and motherhood from Nova Scotia, Canada. We define motherhood broadly: the experience of having a mother, being a mother, wanting to be a mother, not wanting to be a mother—and every shade between. We also consider the stories of adoptive, surrogate, step, foster and co-mothers as essential and insightful as the stories of biological mothers.”

And on that note, I’ll hang a sign I’ve wanted to all summer:

Gone Fishing

That’s right. I have two days off this long weekend in Nova Scotia and I’m taking my boys camping. We’ll fish, we’ll canoe, we’ll sit around the campfire and swap stories and generally hangout together and with other family members. It’s been three summers since I was able to do this, and I am really looking forward to spending time in my most favourite place in the world: on the shoreline of the Atlantic Ocean.

Diane Lynn Meyrick
The view from my sitting rock, just outside the camp door.

4 thoughts on “MIA Somewhere in Nova Scotia

  1. Hi Diane! So nice to see you back. I was concerned when you disappeared. I left you a FB message and I visited here often to see if perhaps I missed a post. Holy cow, and I thought I was busy? Take a breather and enjoy fishing. We will all be here. 🙂 Thanks for checking in.


  2. I too wondered and actually kind of worried about you. Glad to hear you are okay and actually get to have a couple of days off. You are very inspiriring. I get homesick this time of year for the good ol Maritimes!


  3. Happy to hear from you. Was wondering where you had got too. As my dear old dad would say, “You’ve got to make hay while the sun shines!” You can write away all winter.


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