I recently put my newest novel, I WILL TELL THE NIGHT, on KOBO.
After a bit of a struggle, I was able to get I WILL TELL THE NIGHT uploaded to KOBO, for those who prefer it over Amazon.
As of today, you can now pick up your ebook copy of I WILL TELL THE NIGHT on KOBO!
The synopsis:
Finn Barker escaped his family in Miramichi, New Brunswick, decades ago for the anonymity of Toronto. When he learns of his mother’s impending demise, he decides to make the trip back home to say goodbye. But going back will awaken all the sleeping ghosts Finn’s not quite sure he’s willing to stir. With no time to decide, his split-second decision to jump back in has him driving across the country, with his boyfriend Steven behind the wheel. Along the way, Finn begins to unpack the mess he left behind. There’s the grandmother, MyImogene, he adored, and the twin brother who died of cancer when his own parents would have preferred to lose the other twin. There’s also the huge scandal Finn orchestrated with a teacher that gave him the Dutch courage he needed to flee. It was almost all bad.
Finn makes it in time for goodbyes, but then there’s the still very active strife between him and his father, the funeral, the family, and the secrets that shed new light on the cause of the rift between his parents and his beloved MyImogene. Every family carries secrets. Finn discovers they’re the one thing you can’t escape, no matter how far away you run. Secrets always catch up. Often, it’s death that has a way of bringing them back into the light of day. He was able to make peace with his dying mother, but can Finn make peace with all the rest…or is it time to run away for another thirty years?
Like all good things, vacations also have to end. If not, I would never see home again.
I actually fantasize about that very thing all the time. Sure, I’d visit home…but I could also imagine never being anywhere longer than a few days or weeks. My soul is nomadic. The world often feels like home. There is beauty in every corner of this world we live in. I have an ache to see all of it. Or as much as I can before shuffling off this mortal coil. What is home, anyway? Is it a place, or is it the people you share your life with?
Enough pining and opining. We finished the last post on Bangla Road, near Patong Beach in Phuket. We definitely visited Bangla Road repeatedly. I guess we couldn’t stay away from the action. Kind of exciting and terrifying at the same time. But the next day was our first real day of exploring the resort we were staying at.
A woman selling scorpions on sticks while walking through the crowds on Bangla Road. NO…we did not partake.Bangla Road, a blur of humanity…
The enchanting aroma of the plumeria makes it one of my absolute favourite flowers…
We spent quite a bit of our time around the gigantic pool at the resort. There were a few pools, but this one was sprawling…it included three water slides and waterfalls and it had an island at the middle making it a bit of a lazy river if you chose to make your way all the way around. It was a super huge pool.
There were plumeria trees all about the pool, which meant plumeria blossoms floated lazily about in the pool. You could swim up to them, pick them up, and take in their captivating scent. Heaven!
We went back to the same two side by side restaurants the next day, after spending a lazy day by the pool. We alternated between the two restaurants…which was a bit of a horror show. They did not have a wall separating them. There were people on the sidewalk on both sides, each chanting their reasons we should pick their restaurant over the other. Once we decided, there were victors and losers…celebrants and dejected. It was odd, but there was the added bonus of seeing the defeated the whole time you ate on the winning side. Avoid eye contact! (-;
Both restaurants offered pretty much the same food. The seafood was out front on the sidewalk in chillers or aquariums. You could choose your own seafood…either frozen or alive. We did not want to decide the fate of any of the live lobsters, so we picked a frozen one. We just could not do it. I know in the end there really is no difference, but we could not point at a live lobster only to have it served up on our plates minutes later.
What you see below is DEFINITELY a lobster that was on ice.
I guess other people always pose with their pick. The server practically insisted on this photo. I obliged and felt totally squigged out by it.FishPineapple rice in a little restaurant near Bangla Road…
These last days totally bled together. I couldn’t tell you what happened when. I guess if I follow the progression of the photos it will tell me…but as I said on a previous post, the photos sometimes jump around on my timeline when we’re travelling internationally as well. I think the time change does something to the timeline in Google Photos.
I tried several times to get the pool in one shot, but it seemed impossible. It was so massive. Here are some of my attempts…
selfie by the pool…From the top of the slide tower…Another angle…Yet another angle from the top of the slide tower…
We were only a few hundred feet from the world famous Patong Beach, so we made a couple of walks down there throughout the days. It’s a gorgeous beach, filled with activity. I’m sure there were people from all points of the globe on that beach while we wandered it.
Michael, finding a heart stone on the beach…Proof of our existence on Patong Beach, in Phucket, Thailand. (-:Seahorses sailing…The entrance to Patong Beach, just across from the entrance to Bangla Road…
This was an amazing way to end a dizzying two and a half weeks in Thailand. We did a lot of travelling…from Bangkok to Chiang Rai to Chiang Mai to Phuket. It was good to have this chill ending with pools and beaches and fun places to explore at our leisure. I would definitely recommend ending your Thailand visit on the beaches of Phuket. It’s the way to go!
Goodbye, Phuket!
Everything ends, or so they say. After three flights (Phuket to Bangkok, Bangkok to Taipei, Taipei to Toronto), we found ourselves back home. But truth be told, I was home the whole time. My home is not a place. Doesn’t matter how many times you click your heels together, if the right people are beside you…you’ll always be at home.
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My friend (and two-time editor!) Connie di Pietro has a new podcast with her longtime friend Stephen Wilson.
Photo used with the permission of Connie di Pietro.
I have been meaning to listen in on this podcast for a couple of weeks now. Have I ever told you that I have an extremely horrid attention span? It’s true. This is the reason I kept forgetting to tune in. I knew I would enjoy it the moment Connie told me about it, but then…oh, look…squirrel!
Photo to break up the words. This is one of two of Connie’s anthologies that I was fortunate enough to have short stories in! (Allucinor and Purgatorium. Look them up! Great collections!)
Well, this week she got me. She messaged me to let me know she mentioned me in the podcast. It was the reminder I NEEDED. (-;
This week’s episode happens to be about the movies that Connie and Steve love. Turns out, so many of the movies they mentioned are movies I love. Although, I’m in Steve’s corner when it comes to Princess Bride. It just never looked like something I would enjoy. NEVER SEEN IT. I’ve seen numerous clips from it, of course. Especially over the past decade or so. I feel like I’ve seen it because of all the pop-culture references that have been pulled from it. But nope. No interest in seeing it. Most of the other movies mentioned, I absolutely love. I have, though, come to suspect Connie as a person. She has not yet watched the Breakin’ movies. I don’t know what to do with this information. Connie…I have words.
I laughed through their discussion of the drive-in. How they paid for the car-load and 72 people would squeeze into the car. The foot-wells would hold people, the trunk would hold people. I began to wonder if maybe I was in one of the same cars as Connie way back when…because we definitely did the same thing. I’m pretty sure you didn’t actually have to know 20 or 30 of the people in the same car as you. (-; Possibly our paths crossed in the ’80s after all.
I think we saw SOME KIND OF WONDERFUL at the drive-in about 6 times. Movies were slow to change out at our drive-in. And it was a great movie.
Anyway, I REALLY enjoyed this episode and I’ll definitely be tuning in to more. It will be the perfect thing to listen to in the car.
Oh! I almost forgot about the mention. I tuned in because she told me she mentioned me. Connie is SO BRAZEN! Don’t let her charm fool you. She actually admitted on the podcast about the time she stole my coffee cup. The NERVE! If she tries to auction off that cup in a future episode, please don’t bid on it. That cup is the proceeds of crime. She’s sippin’ from ill-gotten gains. I couldn’t believe the on-air admitting of her plundering. Some people!
Shout out for the great discussion on representation near the end of the episode. I felt the hope, and the fear of the current backsliding. Great discussion. We’re definitely NOT THERE when it comes to representation. It looked like we were getting there, but…
Give Connie & Steve a listen. I promise…you’ll enjoy it.
KEVIN CRAIG 