If you’ve dutifully followed along here, you might be wondering what the heck happened.
Recap: We sold our darling little stone cottage on Facebook in May 2016–and then we couldn’t find another one. On August 1st, 2016 we moved to Caberneigh Farm in Uxbridge and lived in a barn for a year, wrangling chickens and learning the art of pig pedicures.
I inundated you with posts about our relentless search for a house from Prince Edward County to Perth to _______________ (fill in the blank). I may have been whiny and sick of ‘unreal’ real estate. I’m sorry.
Eighty-eight houses later, we found this sleeping giant in Lion’s Head, Ontario. No wonder we couldn’t find our dream home–it was in Northern Bruce Peninsula! We’d never been before, we were 100% genuine accidental tourists.
My last post here was about camping in Bon Echo Provincial Park. Kim and I were biding our time, waiting, waiting, waiting for the keys to our place. And, wondering how we could build tiny machine guns to kill off all the *%$#@* deer flies in the campground. It was an inferno. You couldn’t even enjoy your Bush beans and coffee in the morning without five deer flies up your nose and in your ears.
Update: We just suffered through those deer flies and swore a lot. On August 1st, 2017, we changed our address to the 45th parallel: halfway between the equator and the North Pole. Our shipping container was delivered the next day–with all the worldly belongings that we’d packed away 365 days before. Which, would have been really helpful, say, in January, when we had no winter boots.
The back story runs deeper though. So deep that it became a book. I decided to finally take on the scary, hairy National Novel Writing Month boot camp (an actual site that inspires writing 1,666 words a day with the end goal of a 50,000 word book. Not to brag, but, I did it in 19 days–mostly because this story has been in my head for so long. And, just like people have to get things off their chest–I had to get this story off my head).
I opted to self-publish Free to a Good Home on Amazon Kindle because I like the immediacy of things nowadays. All my patience reserves expired in our year-long house search. But this house search, as exasperating as it was–it was the catalyst for this book. I didn’t do it for fame or fortune. I already have that. And by that, I mean a DVD of Fame and an old fortune cookie. Confucius say “Good things come to those who wait.” Or–good things come to those who sit down and actually write the book they’ve written in their head.
Home…is it a person, a place or a thing?
In Free to a Good Home, I scroll back to my sunny childhood and re-visit my stronghold of “home” on a rural road on the edge of the appropriately named Mt. Pleasant. I return to all the versions of home that followed: a house with no walls in the Costa Rican jungle to a bohemian rental in Vancouver with a rotating cast of roomies, cats and dogs (and Fleetwood Mac soundtrack). From BC to Toronto’s Cabbagetown and “Village” to BC again to Uganda and the Congo (and back to the Annex in Toronto), it was a Rolodex of addresses, illustrating colouring books, making breakfast for chimps. painting store windows, massaging the rich and famous–and always, writing.
My apologies to anyone with an old-fashioned address book during this time period (everyone). I’m sure you had to order an extra “T” page for all my revisions. Hopefully this book explains it all. Thank you for keeping me as a pen pal and friend.
The nitty gritty: the Kindle version is $6.44 Canadian. What else can you buy for that? Not a pint of beer–and this will last longer
The paperback edition will be $20 US. Because, let’s face it–we love the Northern Bruce Peninsula but we also love the Indian Ocean in February. And, just to clarify, I will make about $7 per book in royalties. Which is a little closer to buying a pint of beer. So, think of it that way–you’re buying my book, and buying me a beer. Thanks for both!
It’s here: Free to a Good Home
It will be a Merry Christmas after all.