The Next Generation
For most of August I’ve been focused on everything it takes to bring a book to life: editing, marketing and book covers were never far from mind. And yet, there was something a heck of a lot bigger that had everyone else’s attention: Rio 2016. Apart from my little desk by the window, (the one I share with my faithful companion, ‘hot beverage,’ and my steadfast partner, ‘loyal laptop’) my home was no different from anywhere else: Olympic Fever rained.
This particular Olympics was rather special for us. Our nine year old daughter has been keenly waiting to watch and cheer for HER sport on the Olympic stage: synchronized swimming. She’s been training for two years, seven hours per week at the pool and on the deck. As parents, we’ve spent an equal amount of time driving, fundraising, cheering, and swallowing down both nervous energy and proud tears. It has been our daughter’s total passion for synchro that has inspired me to keep driving and to keep fundraising (it has not, unfortunately, inspired me to exercise. Nope. Notta. Zilch sport happening here, friends).
A competitive streak has lit in my collaborative and consensus-minded child. For the first time ever, my husband had to tailor his annual father-daughter holiday in order to view sporting events of his daughter’s choosing. And although the dear man had dreams of a left-handed pitcher, he has a child with to-die-for unders and there is nothing for either of us to do but celebrate and foster her love of sport.
Not to be outdone in the Olympics Inspiration Department, (because NO younger sibling wants to be outdone, any time, ever!) our six year old daughter has urged us to sign her up for rugby. The amazing performance of the Canadian Women’s Rugby 7s team had us all cheering, and damn if I could think of a better sport for our fierce firecracker.
And in the backdrop of all the excitement and inspiration that comes with the Games, what could be wrong? This muck: 9 Depressing Reasons Rio Was The Most Sexist Olympics Yet.
Our children, and our athletes, deserve better.
Very exciting week -- both the cover art for OUT OF PLAY and the date for the online launch were released by my lovely publisher, Crooked Cat.
I'm loving the prairie sky, and seeing Gillian and Ralph atop their car speaks to me of contemplating the stuck places all marriages eventually run up against. What are your thoughts?
The online launch is October 27th; all are welcome! You can find the event on Facebook here:
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I've been told that blogs need to be updated regularly and consistently. So let's be clear: this is not a blog.