I received letters recently from Angela and George McWhirter after they read my newly published novella, “Looking for Cornelius.” I thought the book might conjure a memory or two of their own ancestors and homeland in Ireland. With their permission, I share their lovely letters:
Written as a mini-autobiography for Susan Musgrave’s “Imaginary Gardens” writing workshop, Nanoose Bay, August 17-20 2017
A sky I had never seen, a version of red in fact that does not fit into the spectrum of colour visible to the human eye. Far from cinnabar’s vermilion that appears on a clear evening at sunset on the western shore of a nameless beach, so very bright but soothing as a shawl worn by the woman with no worries or regrets, after a long meandering summer day. Continue reading “It all begins with the colour red…”
