Summer 2020. There’s been a whole lot of water under the bridge since my last post. In January 2016, my partner Everett was diagnosed with colon cancer. The same week, I started a new job. Over the next year Everett spent a total of five months in hospital with life threatening complications after surgery, and I became a full time classroom teacher again. Writing was a long way from top of mind.
Now, here we are in the middle of a global pandemic. I consider myself very blessed. Everett is well again, and here in Nova Scotia Covid-19 is under control. I will be beginning a new school year in a few weeks’ time, under very different circumstances. It’s all good. And for the cherry on top, I’m writing again.
A few weeks ago I started working on an idea for a Western that’s been in the back of my mind for years. Enid Sutton, a doctor’s widow in a small Alberta town, circa 1880, is running her late husband’s practice after a fashion while she decides what to do with her life. She assisted her husband for years so she doesn’t do too badly, but then one rainy autumn night one of the local homesteaders, Galen Ramsey, comes to her clinic with his young son. The boy needs an emergency appendectomy, and there’s no doctor available. Enid has to decide whether to risk doing the operation herself, or risk waiting until a qualified doctor can be found. The town is called Larkspur, hence the picture above.
I’m excited about this story and I’m excited to be writing again. If all goes well, I’m hoping to release this one in late winter or spring 2021. I’ll keep you posted.