If you’re planning on attending a writing conference this year, this is the blog for you to read. Lots of great advice by Joan.
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Farley’s Friday: Ontario to BC
Farley here,
Whew . . . It’s been a long doggy week.
We drove from Ontario to British Columbia. My humans had no room in the car for my crate so I had to sleep in the closet.
Just to be clear, they didn’t make me, but I like to hide my head when I’m sleeping and the only thing I could find was this ironing board.
Really, the things I put up with.
Woof woof.
The Meet My Character Blog Hop-Nick Moore
I couldn’t help reblogging Kirsten’s blog. Thanks for the great mention and link to my books at the bottom. One small correction, Descent was nominated for the Crime Writer’s of Canada Unhanged Arthur and Burnt was nominated for the UK’s Crime Writer’s Association Debut Dagger. I would love to have won, but am extremely flattered to have been nominated. I’m looking forward to reading the future “Meet My Characters” blog hop.
Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten and His Pickerel
Farley here,
Can you believe I caught all these fish? Me either. But I did help. And a fishing guide helped to. He was amazing.
He knew all the rules, he knew where to find the fish, he knew where everyone should drop their hook, and he how deep the lure should go.
So you’re wondering what I did to help. Well, I barked every time someone in the boat cast their rod. I barked when the fish came on board. I barked when the fish jumped out of the net and hit my nose. So basically, I barked.

Oh, and the guide cleaned the fish too.
Too bad I don’t like the taste, but everyone else seemed to.
Woof Woof.
Writing While Traveling
Can you write while being a passenger in a car?
For me the answer is sometimes. While driving along the north shore of Lake Superior, the scenery is spectacular and just a little distracting. The road twists and turns, and i lean from side to side as my husband smoothly takes the curves. I thought I’d get a lot of writing done when it wasn’t my turn to drive, but no so.
Then I thought, when we arrive and stay in a quiet bed and breakfast, I can write there. Ha Ha. Northern Ontario has too many places to explore. We arrived at each spot, got settled and headed out the door. Again, no writing for me.
But there was time to take a goofy selfie . . . Lake Superior is in the background.

Maybe when we hit the prairies. Straight roads, endless wheat fields, blue skies. What could be better for getting some writing done?
A girl can dream, can’t she?
Thanks for reading . . .
Farley’s Friday: Canadian Dog
Farley Here,
I’m a land dog again. No more water for a while. I’m driving across Canada from Ontario to British Columbia.
Now that’s a lot of hours in the car, but I get a long walk in the morning before we hit the road.
Several stops during the day. Like here . . .

And then, there are B&Bs that take dogs. This one is great. They even had a dog of their own that I could play with.

I think I’m going to like life on land. It seems to be one adventure after another.
Woof Woof.
P.S. Northern Ontario is beautiful.
Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Goes for a Spin
Farley here,
Life just keeps getting better.
My human, Kristina, doesn’t usually let me stick my nose out of an open window in a car. I don’t know what she’s thinking. Maybe she’s forgotten the window is open. Maybe she thinks because we are in a small town, it’s safe for me. Who knows what goes on in a human mind? Besides the human, of course. Although somethings I think they don’t know either.

Now for you dogs who’ve never put your head out the window, it’s amazing.
We drive by a guy driving his car and eating a hamburger. Yummy smells.
The next lady is having ice cream.
After that, it’s a piece of pizza.
I guess cars substitute for a dining room?
I love the way the wind feels on my face. It makes me squint, which makes me use my eyes less and my nose more.
I think being a dog is the greatest.
Woof Woof.
Literary Agents
Margaret Hart, my wonderful literary agent at HSW Literary agency is retiring. I wish to thank her, her employees, especially Natalie St. Pierre, and the agency for signing me on, for working with me and for helping me get where I am today.
I’ve written the first three novels in the Stone Mountain Mystery Series. Descent, Burnt and Avalanche.
Descent was nominated for the 2014 Crime Writers of Canada Unhanged Arthur award. Burnt was nominated for the 2014 Crime Writer’s Association’s Debut Dagger. The guidance, editorial comments and encouragement from Margaret and her team helped make this possible.
Along with Margaret retiring, the HSW Literary Agency is closing its doors. This means I’m looking for a new literary agent.
If you know of an agent looking for new authors or you are an agent looking to new authors, please send me a note from my Contact Information page.
Thank you to Margaret and her team!
Thanks for reading . . .
Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Jealous of Cats
Woof Woof, Farley here.
I love cats. I really do. But this is too much.
Do you ever see me sitting on furniture let alone at the dinning room table?
Do you ever see me looking longingly at food while my humans are eating.
I think not.
This is Natasha. Apparently she’s higher up in the pack list than me. She gets to have dinner with my peeps.

And then there’s Boris. He gets to have desert at the table.

That makes me third on the list.
I’m going to have to change things, and fast!
Woof Woof.
Backing Up Your Novel
Do you back up your novel?
Last night, I was out for dinner and a friend asked me if I kept printed copies of my novels. Since I’ve spent the last five years living on a sailboat, my answer was no.
My friend was incredulous.
Of course, I had to start thinking about it – at three in the morning – when the worry fairy comes to visit.
I back up to an external hard drive.
I email a copy to my dad for safe keeping. While we were living on the boat, I worried a lightning strike would take out all out electronics, so even it my back up was on a separate hard drive, I thought it wasn’t enough.
The question is: do I need a paper copy too?
Thanks for reading . . .

