Back Home and Loving It

I am lucky. There is little doubt about that. I get to travel, I get to write, I have time for nudity in my life, I have an incredible life partner who accepts my being a bird of a different feather. Hell, even my neighbours are accepting of my being a naturist and a writer. Of course, I don’t flaunt my nudity and that is likely the key to maintaining good relations with our neighbour friends. They get to see me, in context when I am nude – writing, in the garden area, relaxing – never in a situation that is aggressive or suggestive or containing implied sexual innuendo.

Of course, as I returned to the quick descent into winter here on the Canadian prairies, there is next to no time for outdoor nudity remaining other than pushing physical limits for nudity in winter. That means no nudity when it is windy outdoors. Snowing is okay if it isn’t a blizzard. I often shovel snow after a snowfall while nude in our back yard. All that is needed are winter boots, a tuque, and warm gloves. So indoor nudity is what remains. The best part is when it is sunny with the sunshine pouring in the front window. Then, I stretch out like a cat to catch the warmth of the sun.

On a different note. November is just days away, and that means a month of writing every day with the intent of writing 50,000 words or more during the calendar month. I finally came up with a plan of sorts. After being in Europe, with much of it a journey of discovery about roots to the past, I am going to add to the story I am working on with a prequel. I want to begin in the very distant past, in the days before the Iberian tribes migrated to present day Scotland, a people that became known as the Picts. In the 600s, those same Picts had a migration to the Somme River valley in France, a fact that is still evident with the music of bagpipes still being found today. Perhaps that was where the name Picardy came from, the new land of the Pictish people. The only way that I can think of telling this story is through the eyes and voice of a man that is as old as Father Time.

Now, all I needed to do was to come up with a cover for the novel project. I first thought of using the image above, one of me without glasses and more of a beard. Then, I began to doubt the wisdom of that and thought of using a different face, one that looked much older such as this one. Of course, I would feel comfortable with either image being used with the time as shown here. Now, this is where you, the reader come in. Which is your choice for the book cover image? My feelings won’t be hurt if you choose the long bearded man that has a hint of Santa thrown in. I look forward to your comments.