Is it because I'm lazy and can't make the effort? Could it be I have an underlying fear of one more step up the techno ladder? Or am I truly afraid of change?
Change never has come easy for me. Though I embrace the internet and all it offers, the speed at which my world is changing, I'll admit, is often intimidating. (I hesitate to admit stuff) Not so much scary as disturbing. Maybe that's why, if I'm not writing or watching old movies from the forties and fifties or Polar Express for the twentieth time, I'm snapping photographs of the eagles soaring past my window. It's predawn here and already I see wide, dark shadows flying past.
Yesterday, two of our four cats sat on the balcony and watched the skies. Yes, I raced outside and brought Fluffy in when I spotted him baiting the eagles. Silly cat. Likely he'd be too heavy for an eagle to pick up, but I wasn't taking any chances.
Admittedly, my bout of melancholy isn't uncommon for this time of year. I suspect part of it is because I'm cold. I miss my parents and our twins. Focusing on my writing helps. But while I continually like to challenge my creative self, recently a few of my Canadian critique partners noted some discrepancies in my take on the investigative protocol of the RCMP. [Royal Canadian Mounted Police]
That's why my dear neighbour took time out during a busy schedule to have a cup of tea with me. Marian, a newly retired corporal in the Vanderhoof detachment, had much to offer. After spending two hours helping me understand new terminology and some of the changes since E-Pana was formed to investigate the Highway of Tears, I knew I had extensive rewrites to perform.
My current WIP, Omatiwak: Woman Who Cries, sequel to Broken But Not Dead, is the story of a RCMP investigator and his relationship with the elderly widow to an important politician, murdered in chapter one. Brendell Kisepisim Meshango, protagonist of Broken But Not Dead is also a prominent figure strongly connected to the two protagonists.
After speaking to Marian, I let the information stew in my brain for a few days. I had to. To ask a writer to cut several scenes from a manuscript, especially an entire chapter, possibly two, is equivalent to expecting them to remove their own wisdom teeth. The process is excruciating.
But it has to be done. My protagonist, Corporal Danny Killian, the primary on the investigation into the murder of former Minister Leland Warner, arrives at the crime scene in chapter two last. Marian thinks it's because I've watched too many American crime shows that I got things backwards. I haven't watched television lately, but I've years of influence from down south locked up in my brain.
|Look closely and you'll see 2 adult bald eagles and their offspring. Plus the ice is freezing.|
If you can't see the other two eagles, it's because I took the shot at a distance of about 67 yards with a digital camera not meant to take photographs that far away. The female is directly above the larger bald eagle in the middle of the shot, and their youngster is just above her and to the left.