I’m sitting at my computer at the cottage, minding my own business.
My head snaps up. Has a bird smacked into the big window in the stairwell? No. But it’s amazing how many of the feathered folk recover from the impact.
Thunk, rustle, rustle.
What the heck…?
Oooh… it’s a deer. A four-point buck with his antlers still in velvet is munching on the sumac by my front door. My, what big ears he has. And eyelashes to make a model weep.
The next day, I’m sitting at the breakfast table, minding my own business.
My head snaps up. Are the terns catching extra big fish?
Splash, splish, sploosh, splish, splash.
Ooh… It’s a deer. A little one dancing and skipping back and forth on the beach. He appears to delight in the different noises he generates, like he’s making music with the water. Mama Deer is back in the bush, munching and keeping a close eye on her youngster.
I remember watching my young son at play, totally engrossed in a world of his own creation, complete with sound effects. Dinosaur farm in space, anyone?
As a writer, I love to play in a world built in my imagination. Clarence Bay is an amalgam of several small Ontario towns, set on the shores of Georgian Bay, complete with gossip, scandal, and romance. Oh yeah! I love my world and wish I could live there for real.
If you’re writer, what’s your world like? Would you like to live there? Or just visit.
If you’re a reader, which world would you like to move to? For me, I’d move to Robyn Carr’s Virgin River in a heartbeat.
© Joan Leacott 2012