Look what I got from the provincial government's Department of Tourism & Culture yesterday.
I got the grant. Or a chunk of it, anyway. It's not ten million billion dollars. I won't be renting a 300-acre castle estate on the outskirts of Edinburgh to finish writing. You won't see me cruising the south shore in a stretch hummer. But it's here. And it helps. For the next couple of months, I can write full-time. With a bottle of champagne waiting on the old desk in the cabin, to be opened on November 15th.
Thank you, Nova Scotia. I can't promise this next book will make people want to visit. There's a lot of piracy here, after all. Not that the prairies fare much better. But culture? Check. There will be banjos.