For those of you who are unaware, today is Canada Day. Some of my best memories have been on this date, including camping with family, my first time going up the Calgary Tower as a kid, getting to choose a new book at the bookstore, seeing fireworks with my first boyfriend, exploring celebrations downtown with my siblings, and on and on. It’s a day that brings Canadians out to celebrate together, and makes me feel proud of the beautiful country I am fortunate to call home and connected with the rest of my fellow Canadians.
As I worked on the pitch for my web series, I realized that even though I’d put my novel writing on hold, I didn’t want to give up the story entirely. It wasn’t going to be as easy to pick my novel back up as it was to put down. A story has peaks and valleys; I’d stopped in a valley and it was difficult to find the momentum to reach the next peak from there. So I turned to research, where I always turn when I want to get my head into the story without actually writing. However, on this occasion, Google wasn’t enough.
I needed the mountains.
I recently got my first booking through my agent since signing with her a year and a half ago. I’ve gotten a few callbacks before, and I’ve been booking roles that haven’t been through my agent, but this was the first proper booking, so that was exciting. On top of that, it was in Edmonton.
I’ve gotta say, filming vlogs every day for my month in Vietnam last summer was one of the best things I could have done in order to learn vlogging and figure out my new camera.
If you were expecting daily blog posts from Vietnam like I usually do for my trips, I’m sorry to disappoint. This trip I decided I’d film vlogs instead, and now my arms are muscly from holding up cameras all month.
I stopped writing for a while. Half because I got busy, half because, I don’t know. I stopped feeling like a writer.
I’m in an airport as I write this, but won’t be anymore when you read it. I’m on my way to Ho Chi Minh city in Vietnam, where I will rendezvous with my mom, my sister Amy, and my brother Marvin. My flights were booked later and as a result, I’m travelling separately from them.
Told you these would be all out of order.
I went to the Botanical Garden on Sunday, which I soon realized after arriving was a mistake because the line to get in was insanely long and by the time I reached the front, the garden would’ve closed. So instead of waiting in that crazy long line, I walked around the outside to a different entrance where the line up was way shorter and got in pretty quickly.
I went back to that bagel place from Day 1. This time I came later, around lunchtime, and while they were still busy, there wasn’t a line and I was seated right away.
Day 4 started, as is becoming a pattern, with food. I went to a cute patisserie called Maison Christian Faure and got their “Lunch Royal” which included a coffee or tea, the plat du jour, and a pastry. It was delicious, although a few of my table neighbours went for the salmon and I kind of want to go back to try it because it looked amazing.
I think we all know by now that I kind of love art museums. I lost count of how many I went to in Paris and my friend practically had to drag me out of one in Chester when, after two hours, I’d only seen the first two of five floors.