A.C.Franklin Fiction

Speculative fiction with engaging characters.

My Heart is Still on the Ocean

Newfoundland was beautiful. I especially enjoyed the geological centre at Signal Hill.

A cut rock face with striking white, black, and red banding.
A wetland surrounded by rocky, sparsely treed hills.
A blossoming lowbush blueberry growing from a rock.

The Peter Lewis Gallery was absolutely a highlight. You can see some of its art here.

I was still able to get writing done in the midst of a very busy week. It reminded me of how much I enjoy writing by hand. A few years ago, I had switched from carrying around a paper booklet to an app on my phone. The phone is doable when there’s standing room only on the bus. But a plane, a car, a couch or chair–all of those could easily let me write with a paper journal.

I like to write in pencil. I don’t actually erase enough to justify that. More often than not, I cross things out, or mark an insert to scribble in the margins. I suppose I just like the feel of it–the impermanence. Things that are in pencil are less rigid than those in pen. It’s part of why I enjoy writing in the first place. A work in progress is able to grow with you and your skill over time. Nothing is set in stone until the moment you deem it complete.

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