BC Day

I live in Canada. Canada, for those of you who do not know, is divided into provinces. British Columbia is the Westernmost province and today is our day!

The first Monday of August is known as British Columbia Day, BC Day or B.C. Day, in the province of British Columbia. It is a statutory holiday and gives Canadians in the province the chance to celebrate their achievements or relax with friends and family members.

I achieved little today. I mowed the lawn. I helped water the flowers. I spent the day relaxing with my wife until it came time for her to go to work.

…and now I’ve written a blog post. I’m on fire.

What are you doing with your day?

The First of August

It’s the first of August and it’s a Saturday so I spent most of the day running errands, some of which involved driving my daughter around with a cake that she had made for a friend’s birthday. Everyone and every cake arrived at their destination safely.

Plus it was stinking hot today and I’m feeling a bit damp.

So it’s only now that I’ve had a chance to change my calendars over. I have two in my office, one to the left of me, a Boris and Julie calendar and one to the right, a Frank Frazetta calendar.

To the left I have dragons being fed by a young woman and to the right I have a couple of cannibals doing what cannibals do.

And that’s my day today. How was yours?


I’m on vacation this week and I hit a really cool used book store in my travels.

I wasn’t holding out much hope for “Expressions of Time” because it sold jewelry and other trinkets in the front, but the back, where the books were, were a different story.

First off they had the largest collection of Bantam Doc Savage paperbacks I had ever seen. I’ve been scouring bookstores looking for these since I was thirteen years old and I have never seen so many. I scoured through them searching for the very few that I didn’t already have.


There were two others but my photographing skills suck this morning.

I also found these gems:


So, it was a pretty good day and I’m excited. I’m hoping to find even more today!

It’s Been a Bad Week for Writing


Yeah. It’s been a bad week.

I started the week with high hopes of getting some writing done. I had made a little progress on just about every bit of work I have going on which includes a short story, three short novels and, of course, the dreaded SEQUEL.

So naturally I was counting on that streak continuing and getting stronger but since Monday I have not written one goddamn word. These words that I am typing represent the only thing I have written since this week began.

Naturally it has been demoralizing.

Part of my problem is my growing unease with the Trump administration in America. It’s not even my goddamned country but his obvious insanity and the fact that he controls a bunch of nuclear missiles has led to some sleepless nights. It’s like trying to sleep in a house where you know there is a machete-wielding monkey wandering around. Sure, it’s not your monkey or your machete, but that doesn’t exactly make for a restful night.

So, here I am, my allotted time for writing winding down and all I’ve managed to pen is this aimless and wandering blog post.

Here’s hoping that tomorrow will be better.

I guess that’s the mantra for a lot of people right now.

Stay safe, everyone.

2017: Day 2


A belated Happy New Year to all my readers.

Two days into the New Year and, just like the Queen, I have a cold. Unlike the Queen I don’t have a small army of servants to pick up my tissues. On the other hand I did manage to write 800 or so words on a new short story, so… there’s that.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need a tissue.

Hope your 2017 is going well so far.

We’re almost there


Time is an illusion. The delineation of years by numbers… 2016, 2017… is an artifact of a calendar constructed by an emperor 2,061 years ago.

What is not so ephemeral is the certainty of the Winter Solstice. That is the day marking the shortest day and the longest night of the year. This year that falls on December 21, which is tomorrow.

Tomorrow is the darkest day of 2016. After that, the light comes back. Having reached the furthest limits of its orbit, the Earth continues its journey around the sun, swinging closer and bringing back the longer daylight.

In other words, after tomorrow things will get brighter. In an astronomical sense, anyway.

Personally I am going to be a lot busier. Preparations for Christmas have to be made and this week at my day job is one of the busiest of the year. My daughter comes home and brings the real feeling of Christmas with her.

Also this week has seen a marked increase in snowfall which means I spend a lot of my time outside with a shovel. That is not natural for me. Being in the cold and exerting myself are not my favorite activities. Sitting in a comfy chair, being warm and well fed is more my style. So, blogging becomes a luxury from here on in.

Tomorrow the gloom is at its most gloomy. After that we can look at each other and say; `Well done! We made it!“ then gorge ourselves until we collapse. That is the way of things in the North.

So, if you survive the gloom, if you are around to read these words when the light begins to come back… well done. You made it. I hope whatever celebration of that you choose is pleasant and full of joy.

Take care, my friends.

Christmas Party


First Christmas party of the season is at the hotel my wife works at. It’s a nice hotel and we’re in a banquet area called the Sockeye Room.

My wife wears a beautiful dress and she looks stunning… too good to be working at their silly hotel. I wear a shirt and a pinkish gray tie and a pair of shoes I haven’t worn since my daughter’s wedding.

I drink a couple of Coronas and try to make small talk with the manager’s husband who has some classic cars he keeps in a heated garage. When dinner is served I eat Turkey and ham, mashed potatoes and carrots. There’s draw prizes which I do not win and a trivia contest which I do (well, only one wrong answer) and we listen to Christmas music.

Later that night… maybe because of the shoes or the tie or not generally being at my most comfortable at parties… my back killing me. I can’t sit in one position for any length of time. I lie on the floor and try to get my spine back into alignment.

Finally I take some pills and my wife urges me to go to bed. I sleep but my dreams are punctuated with Rolling Stones lyrics.

All night long I can’t get no… no, no no…

It was a good time.

Winter is Here…

First Snow

At least it is in my little corner of the world.

The snow made its first real appearance yesterday and it was pretty for about five minutes before it turned into a slushy, wet and miserable mess that just made me want to go home and wrap myself in a blanket. Which I promptly did.

So yesterday was spent just trying to keep warm. It’s a bit better today but I’m still limiting my travel. When the weather turns cold like this my ambitions become quite limited. That’s why the rest of my day will be spent in my living room armchair in front of the TV with a hot cup of tea.

Stay warm, my friends. Stay warm.

Winter is coming


If you think you’ve read today’s post before you may very well have. It’s recycled.

I used to blog over at the AMAZING STORIES MAGAZINE website. I wrote posts for years for them in anticipation of the magazine being renewed. (I eventually got tired of waiting and stopped writing. I’m told that they are publishing fiction now, but I have long since stopped caring)

Either way, I have dusted off this old ditty about the coming of winter, a topic that is becoming more and more depressing to me as I shuffle off into old age.

Winter is coming.

If you’re a reader of fantasy, particularly of George R.R. Martin’s Game of Thrones (or you just watch the series on HBO), you’ve heard that phrase, usually said in long, Yorkshire tones by actors like Sean Bean and infused with much dread and despair. Winter is only one of four seasons but it can also be a feeling, a state of being.

There are a lot of fantasy and science fiction works set in winter environments. There are works where the winter is not just a climactic condition but an overall feeling or mood. Winter is much more than just the presence of snow and ice.


Winter Landscape by 88grzes

It is December first today and, yes, winter is coming.

In some places, mostly in the south, winter is not a big deal. But in the north its different. And if you live in the Great White North (a.k.a. Canada) as I do, then winter is more than just a season, it is a state of mind. Canadians identify with winter. Indeed, in some parts of our country, winter defines who we are as a people. In the province of Quebec, for instance, there is a song called Mon Pays, which was composed by Gilles Vigneault in 1964. The song became kind of an anthem for Quebec and for Canadians as a whole to some extent. “Mon pays ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver” the lyrics say. “My country is not a country, it is winter.”


In fantasy and science fiction, winter is never usually just a setting. If there is winter it is usually symbolic. In George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Fire and Ice series, winter, the season that always seems to be coming, represents a return of the fearsome supernatural creatures that once held sway in Westeros. They were defeated and held back by the wall, a huge barrier made of ice. The people of the north make a philosophy of being prepared, of guarding against their return. Indeed, in the land of Westeros, winter, when it comes, can last for hundreds of years. Winter in Martin’s books is not merely a characteristic of the north. It threatens to claim the entire world.

Again, Martin’s winter is not merely climatic. Winter in Westeros means a return to the dark age of superstition and terror and an end to a world built by reason and prosperity.

mdjackson_winter_the-left-hand-of-darknessAnother world where winter holds constant sway is Gethen, or Winter, as it is called by the citizens of the Ekumen in Ursula K. Le Guin’s novel The Left Hand of Darkness. Gethen is a planet where it is constantly winter, but that’s not merely a quirk of setting. The constant winter is symbolic of the state of the planet’s inhabitants. Neither male nor female, Gethenians live in a state of asexuality, only adopting sexual difference during brief periods called kemmer. The climate of Gethen mirrors the sterile nature of the planet’s inhabitants and society.

Le Guin doesn’t just use winter as an interesting backdrop against which her novel’s narrative can play out. The nature of Gethen’s climate serves an important metaphorical purpose to the story.

Sometimes, though, an icy background is merely that—background. In the second Star Wars movie, The Empire Strikes Back, the ice planet of Hoth serves as a background for the rebels’ battle against the Imperial armada. I suppose one could stretch the setting of Hoth to represent the frozen hopes of the rebellion against the might of the evil empire, but, as I said, it’s a bit of a stretch. This is only Star Wars. One can’t expect sophisticated metaphors. The winter setting is visually stunning, however, particularly in regards to the planet’s creatures. The tauntaun on which the rebels ride while patrolling, for instance, is an interesting creature. They are sort of a cross between a mountain goat and a kangaroo and seem relatively easy to domesticate for the rebels’ purposes. Then, of course, there is the wampa, a huge, shaggy, deadly creature who captures Luke Skywalker and puts him on ice (pardon the pun) in preparation for eating him (we can only assume).

The wampa is kind of like another creature from the frozen north—the yeti.


The yeti are ape-like creatures that live in the frozen mountains. I have used the yeti in my own artwork. This image was featured on the cover of Issue 1 of The Dreamquest magazine.

Or perhaps it is just a typical day in the Great White North? Naked yeti fighting is a popular Canadian activity. I am confident that it will soon be an official event at the Winter Olympics.

Winter as a setting for science fiction and fantasy is usually more than just backdrop. It usually serves a greater thematic purpose. Winter can represent sterility, bleakness, death, or worse. In real life there is some danger in the wintertime, but when you live in the northern part of the world, you adapt. You bundle up. You buy snow tires. You light a fire and sit back with a cup of hot cocoa and wait for it to be spring again.

Winter is coming. But it won’t last forever.

*No yeti were harmed in the writing of this post.

Moggy the Cat


This is Moggy the Cat. As you can clearly see in this picture I caught him red handed with the contents of the pockets of my jeans.

Now, most rational people would see this picture and come to the erroneous conclusion that my wife, Frances, had dumped the contents of my jeans’ pockets before putting them into the wash and then Moggy here came by later and laid down on the floor where the loot was dumped.

But those people would be wrong. You see, I know what goes on in this cat’s dark and larcenous heart. He wouldn’t think twice about rifling through my pockets for loose change or jacking my wallet.

The little fingersmith!