Like winning the Lotto.
Good morning from cloudy, cold Vermont. Because I’m in a charitable mood and it’s still April, I’ll forgive the snow that blanketed the mountains in this part of the woods. Really, though. Doesn’t winter have any sense of shame?
I’ve been thinking hard this past week, mostly on how to get Quill Point out to you readers as soon as possible. Since it’s unclear that Curiosity Quills will continue to operate as a business, I’m getting a quote now on how much it would cost to typeset my manuscript to get it into book form, both in print and electronically. A question for you all: how many of you want it in book form, and how many as an eBook? Send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org so I can have a ballpark number.
Yesterday we traveled to Quebec so that my mother could have lunch with her brothers. As I rode through the flat farm lands toward St. Jean, I wondered what values I carried that were French Canadian. When we arrived and I gathered with my cousins in the living room, as the older set conversed in the sun room, I noticed how well they looked out and cared for each other. And I thought, “Well of course, that’s a French Canadian side of me–the value of a tightly knit family!” If I had asked, they could have told me the current situation of every family member right down to the youngest great grandchild. That’s how it is with us at home, too.
Back when I was growing up, the government of Quebec used to pay parents a certain amount per month for each child they had. This was a way of encouraging growth trends in a threatened population, but I didn’t know all that. I used to think of it as a magic allowance, and wondered why my parents didn’t get one. We had six kids–it would have been like winning the Lotto. Just a two-hour ride separated us from the Land of the Giving. Perhaps this program still exists. I’ll have to ask. In French.
I look forward to hearing from you about what version you need for Quill Point. And while you’re responding, I’d love to hear a bit about you and where you’re from. So many of you I don’t know, and I want to! Check back next week for another segment of Finding Home.