Sweet And Bitter

Sweet And Bitter
Image: Gordana Adamovic-Mladenovic

I had a great time over at Lori Widmer’s blog, Words on the Page, yesterday. Lori hosted the first stop of my STELLA Blog Tour, and it was a whole lot of fun! Why not pop back and have a read if you missed it?

One downside to immersing myself in the promotion cycle is that I have had little time to actually create anything. Ok, so writing press releases is still making something (and some would say an art unto itself), but what I mean is that I’ve had no time this week to work on BACCARA BURNING, nor on the short stories and poetry I have on the go.

However, it’s going to be an awesome weekend with the release of my first major piece of fiction since HUNTING JACK back in 2004. I know my writing has come a long way since then, and I know I have matured as a writer in the sense of the manner in which I interact and live with myself. It’s a huge milestone for me, and I intend to enjoy it.

Note from my publisher: Eternal Press is excited to announce seven sizzling new titles released this month. We invite you to join us for our launch party on the 7th over at our Reader’s email group. Here’s the link: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EternalPressReaders. We’re partying all day so come chat with our authors; you might win some free stuff!

I finished work about 4 o’clock and headed into Clark’s Bar for a wee post-day job snifter. My sister, Lindsay, joined me – her first time visiting the bar – as well as Julz my colleague and Gail, my wife. It turned into a mini party and was a good night.

That was until I received a message that had been left on my mobile phone from an old boyhood friend of mine. We’ve lost touch over the years – some bad blood in a river long since flowed under the bridge – and he had tracked me down and left a message, which I only got later on in the evening. It took several playbacks before I finally got the gist of what had happened; his brother, Mark, as much a friend of mine back then as the man now leaving the message once was, had been found dead.

Mark hadn’t been well for a long time and it appears he had died suddenly overnight. His mother found him yesterday morning.

To hear my old friend’s voice was enough of a shock to me – initially I thought one of his parents had passed – but to hear it was his 40-something brother who had gone, knocked me sideways. Mark was a great guy, one of the best, and as I type this I still can’t believe it’s happened.

I’ll be attending the funeral, next week sometime because there will have to be an autopsy, but I’m not looking forward to it simply because it’s for someone who should still be here. Going to a funeral of someone whose parents will also be there isn’t a nice thought. But it was Mark, an old friend who deep down was a good bloke.

When I got home I tried calling my boyhood friend but there was no answer. I left a message then rang round a few of the lad that used to be part of that group, guys I’ve not seen in many, many years in some cases. They were all as shocked as I was.

Stella by Colin Galbraith – 7th June 2009 from Eternal Press – www.eternalpress.ca

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About Colin Galbraith

Thriller author, music fan, St Mirren fan, fluff chucker, rabbit tamer, outstanding fake faller. Loves cannoli.
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