September 25, 2006
FREE SPIRITS
Now this is why so many move to Pemberton, a small farming community 20 minutes north of our World-Famous-Ski Resort where even a cup of Starbucks will set you back more than it will anywhere else on the globe. The land up north is cheaper, the skiers bigger, the summers hotter, and the spirits freer. Plus the growing season is longer — putting Pemberton squarely on the map as the key supplier of seed potatoes to the North American market.
And on the writing front:
Inspired by the likes of Alison Kent, Jon Scalzi, Justine Larbalestier, and Elizabeth Bear (ever read her stuff on POV? Excellent!) ….
I, Loreth Anne White, do solemnly swear never to comment on an Amazon customer review [for one of my own books]. If I ever succumb to said stupid temptation you have my permission to force-feed me a mixture of the five vilest substances known to humanity: steak tartar, a bowl of hot baby eels, raw sea urchin, and tongue!
And yes … I have tried those ‘substances’. And yes … they are truly vile
Anyone else want to join in making the vow?
Off to squeeze in a 16 kilometre run now …. BTW –> there is a point to that photograph of those three free spirits against the backdrop of wild Mount Currie — it’s the germ of a new trilogy. PLEASE, somebody stop me …:) … I have to write three more books before I can get to that one …











Meretta Says:
I solemnly swear right beside you. I’ll eat liver though. *hate* the texture. Have fun running! And do I see some cowfolk in your future?
Toni Anderson Says:
Gotta love cowboys and cowgirls
I swear. LOL. Isn’t that 4 vile things or can I not count??? I loath eel in any form. Sea urchin gonads are so so, a bit salty, tongue is yuk. I have also tried kangaroo and crocodile but they taste OK.
Hmmm… vile things… raw limpets. Oh I know. Pulpo. Fried rings of pulpo
Loreth Says:
LOL … it would be me that can’t count. Sooo … lets add raw scallops to that mix of vile. For me, it’s texture that directly correlates to horrible-ness. I abhor things that feel like … well, snot in my mouth
. Or a gazzillion little worms.
What is pulpo??