Just read your posting today Eileen. Your paragraph which includes the mention of Ivor Novello is sitting just above the comment box. I remember all of his songs. his music was still around in the early forties when I was born in England.
How interesting about your work with the Mary Pickford premise. I think her story is worth telling. Good luck with it.
I will give closer attention to your piece later today. Your touchstone places are similar to mine. Toronto welcomed me and sheltered me in surprising ways during my years there. It is only recently that I discovered my paternal Grandmother was born there. In the Queen Street neighborhood. 1879. She had two other younger siblings, and all three children were orphaned at Five, Four and three years old.
Settling in the prairies when we first came to Canada in 1967 was a phenomenal experience after coming from Devonshire and Cornwall. I was exposed to the basic elements of this planet, sky and earth. it was very moving and terrifying. My dream would be to live in California. My choice would be along the coast road somewhere remote, with the endless ocean to look out on. I make do with New York, London, Italy and a few other places in the meantime.
The best in all you do.
From Valerie M. Honey. (aka Heather Rowan.)
We're writers of all forms and genres here. What's everyone working on at the moment (and what's the weather like outside your window? Inspiring?)