Friday, February 20, 2026

They're sinking the Big U...by Sheila Claydon

 




An article about the cultural heritage of transatlantic liners has triggered a childhood memory. Exciting though it was at the time, I had long forgotten the day I ate lunch aboard the SS United States until I read about its imminent demise. Known affectionately as the Big U, it was the last word in transatlantic liner design. The biggest and the sleekest, it broke the transatlantic speed record on its maiden voyage from New York to Southampton (UK) in July 1952, a record it still holds to this day.

More than 40,000 people greeted its arrival in Southampton.  It then provided a regular service between New York, Le Havre (France) and Southampton until it was suddenly retired in 1969.  Since then its chequered ownership has included the US Maritime Administration, several individual owners and the Norwegian Cruise Line, all of whom attempted to make the ship profitable, but to no avail. Eventually her interior furnishings were sold and her interiors stripped to the bulkhead. Then, unloved and poorly maintained, she was towed to Philadelphia where she remained for many years while the United States Conservancy unsuccessfully attempted to raise funds to save her from being scrapped. 

Now she is owned by Okaloosa County in Florida and the plan is to sink her this year near Destin, where she will become the world's largest artificial reef. Artificial reefs have been created since Roman times, so this is nothing new even if it seems a sad end for such an elegant and famous liner. I don't know whether the plan is to promote marine life, control erosion, block ship passage or block the use of trawling nets. It might even be to enhance scuba diving and surfing.  Because Destin is a popular tourist destination I would guess it's for the latter. Sinking such a beautiful ship is sad but the good news is that at least the Big U will continue to be useful.

So where do my childhood memories come in? Well I was born and raised in Southampton and can just about remember the excitement of that maiden voyage because, as my grandfather was a merchant seaman for fifty years, ships were very much part of our family history. So I can remember being taken to see it as a tiny girl, not realising then that it was special or that I would be eating aboard it a decade later.

That's where my mother comes in. She was a florist, and in those heady days when a five day voyage from Southampton to New York meant that the ship's public areas had to be decorated with fresh flowers and foliage, and bouquet after bouquet had to be carried aboard and delivered to the cabins of departing passengers, she was very busy. As a young teenager I was sometimes conscripted to help during my school holidays and that is how I ended up eating with the crew on board the SS United States. The meals were large, hot and delicious, and I can see them in my mind's eye to this day.

Those experiences, together with my own journey through life, inform my books Cabin Fever and Bouquet of Thorns.

First of all Cabin Fever. This is the story of a cruise director and the lead dancer of the onboard entertainment troupe as the fictional liner, Oceana, sails from Aukland, New Zealand to Sydney in Australia. I have been on  that cruise but as as a passenger, not a crew member, and it was wonderful, not least because we have friends and family in both countries, all of whom we were able to see at the different stops along the way. The information about the life of the crew is, however, linked to what I learned from my grandfather, and to what I saw on board the SS United States. Times change of course and Oceana is a very different ship from the liners of the nineteen fifties and sixties. These were designed to deliver a fast and efficient intercontinental service in all seasons and all weather whereas the cruise liners of today are more like floating holiday resorts whose job is to convey tourists between ports. They are, however, still things of elegance and efficiency even if they are not looking to break any speed records. 

Bouquet of Thorns, while not set anywhere near the sea or a passenger terminal, contains much of the knowledge I learned about hotel floral displays, weddings, parties, in fact anything that can be enhanced by flowers, including, staying true to my writing genre, romance!

Thursday, February 19, 2026

The Importance of a Well-timed Nap by Bonny Beswick

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The Importance of a Well-timed Nap

There are few things more comforting than curling up in a warm spot in the sunshine for an afternoon nap. It can be a luxurious indulgence, or a necessity after one of those pesky sleepless nights strikes. But it can also be a writing tool. You heard me right.

Used to be, I wasn’t a fan of napping. I was one of those people who would complain, “Oh, I can’t nap. I wake up so groggy!” Pro-nappers told me that was because I napped too long. Though I didn’t disagree with them, once cozy and warm, I didn’t have the discipline to get up and face the world again. By the time I struggled out from under the covers, I felt sluggish and ugh. (The Mayo Clinic advises that naps should be 20-30 minutes. Napping: Do’s and don’ts for healthy adults - Mayo Clinic.)

So, I avoided naps.

But recently, I’ve taken my blankets and moved decisively into the pro-nap camp. It happened unexpectedly when I was stuck on how to use the writing prompt, that’s so cliché in a short story contest. I’d bounced from idea to idea with an increasing sense of futility. Each time I put words on the page, they landed flat with no rhythm or momentum. Convinced I was a failure, I gave up and soothed myself by curling up with my favourite quilt in a patch of sunshine. In the moment just before I drifted off, when the traffic noise, hum of the fridge and my neighbour’s footsteps in the condo above me faded away, a story came to me, almost fully formed. The words tumbled onto the page, and I named it “Summer’s End”. It’s still one of my favourite short pieces and as a bonus, it won second place in the contest!

Since then, I’ve found that when stuck on a plot point, dealing with a recalcitrant character, or even coming up with the name for a story, sometimes a focussed and purposeful nap is when inspiration strikes.

Dad was a napper. As a little girl, I remember his after-lunch routine. He’d tune in to The Farm Report on the radio, then stretch out on the living room floor. Never the couch, though, because he said he didn’t want to get too comfortable. I could never figure out how he could both snore and still remember the prices quoted for cattle, wheat, barley, etc. When the news was over, or maybe a few minutes later, he’d heft himself off the floor and head out the door to the shop or tractor.

On the other hand, I never recall Mom napping. She was always in motion moving from one task to another, rarely sitting for more than a few minutes, and never resting. I don’t know how she managed because she was always the first one up (to put the coffee on, of course), and the last one to turn out the lights and go to bed. She was a remarkable woman (but that’s for another blog).

For most of us in North America, we’ve adopted a monophasic sleep pattern, adhering to the idea that you should sleep at night. A full 7-9 hours, most studies would suggest. This evolved in the post-industrial age, with the invention of electric lights and 8-5 work days. Prior to that, activity/sleep patterns were governed by the sun, seasons, and rhythms of nature.

Biphasic sleep patterns, where a person sleeps in two segments per day, is common in a number of cultures. Consider the traditional siesta where there is a shorter period of evening sleep and a planned nap lasting an hour or more.  Biphasic Sleep: What It Is And How It Works. For those of us used to the monophasic pattern, we sometimes look at this as laziness, but the pattern allows dwellers in hot climates to work during the cooler morning and late afternoon hours and to sleep when it’s hottest. Some studies also show that the extended nap in the middle of the day increases overall productivity.

Polyphasic sleep patterns (there are at least three “recognized patterns”) take the idea of long periods of sleep and toss them out the window. Adopting this sleep strategy is not for the faint of heart and is not without negative side effects. Polyphasic Sleep: Benefits and Risks

But let’s get back to the idea of a simple nap taken sometime during the day (although between one and three in the afternoon seems to be the sweet spot). About one third of North Americans regularly nap, and a higher proportion of those are between 25-34. I wonder if the proportion of those napping would increase if work schedules allowed for it? For individuals working from home, do they take advantage of nap opportunities? Before you tsk about the lack of discipline if they take the nap, studies have shown that memories and learning are consolidated in our brains during sleep, and overall retention is enhanced. If that’s the case, it would behoove all of us to enjoy afternoon shut-eye. Sleep Statistics in Canada | Made in CA .

I used to feel naughty taking a nap. Now, it’s part of my toolbox.

 

National Napping Day is celebrated annually on March 14 (the unofficial holiday was first observed in 1999).

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Wednesday, February 18, 2026

Cover Reveal for Jessie's Cafe by Nancy M Bell

 



Very happy to reveal the cover for my new novel coming in Spring of 2026. The image is an actual building in Castor, Alberta which was built in or around 1910. It has had many names over the years, Jessie's Cafe, The Royal Cafe, The Queen's Cafe, The Golden Crown. It was also known locally as Lewies and Andy's over its storied past.

The building has intrigued me ever since I move to Castor and it seemed natural to set a novel within its precincts. Sadly, the building is in sad need of restoration and as a heritage building I hope that someone will take on that task. Someone with very deep pockets. LOL

My story starts in 2026 but to do the building's history justice I have created a time travel journey with some interesting twists and turns. Another interesting thing about the building is the tiny shed that is clearly visible perched on the flat roof of the cement block addition at the back of the original structure. It looks suspiciously like an outhouse although I have been told it served as a garden shed at some point in its career. That humble shed plays an integral part of my plot...so stay tuned...

I love uncovering and discovering the legends and tales that seem to cluster around old buildings, as if they are just sitting and waiting to share their stories with anyone who is willing to linger and listen. So if you are ever in Castor be sure to stop by Jessie's/Andy's and then wander down the street to visit the other venerable building - The Cosmopolitan Hotel. This is also a 1910 structure that was in use up into the early 2000's. I'm sure if those walls could talk there is a plethora of stories regarding adventure and misadventure that has occurred over the years. Interestingly, there used to be another hotel directly across the street where the ATB bank is now. The National Hotel which burned down in 1924. Can you imagine the brawls that might have occurred with denizens of the two establishments duking it out in the middle of what was then referred to as Grand Avenue.

Until next month be well, be happy. Oh, and Happy Valentines Day even if it's a bit late.

Tuesday, February 17, 2026

Tuesday - Writing VS Olympics #BWLAuthor #MFRWAuthor #Skiing #Winter #Olympics

 


I'm always interested in the Winter Olympics and have written between watching a lot of athletic events. I really enjoy watching the contests and especially the skating, something I have absolutely no talent in doing. Only once have I tried to ice skate. This was way back when I was in nurses' training and my roommate invited me to her house for a weekend. Now ice skating was something I had never attempted. I was a failure at roller skating as a kid and have the scarred knees to prove my lack of dexterity. Ice skating was even harder. My roommate handed me two ski poles to help me balance myself. Worked for about 2 minutes and then down I went. Thank heavens my ski pants were well padded. The entire afternoon was spent with me more on the ice than in the air. 

So now I watch the events on the Olympics and sigh with envy as the skaters do their thing. Now sking is another of the events I envy. Here, I have managed to go down the bunny hill and remain standing but when I went up higher. I spilled my way down with frequent stops to regain my position on the skis and standing.

I will say sled riding was fairly good but that's because my friends and I used a long sled where four of us fit and at least one of the riders had some skill.

So here's kudos to all those winter athletics. May they continue to enjoy their sport. I will enjoy watching.

Monday, February 16, 2026

The 5 Fs, by J.C. Kavanagh

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There are so many 'never-have-I-ever' moments since last July that I've lost count. We sailed from Georgian Bay, Canada, through three of the five Great Lakes, through the United States waterways and canals, and reached the Bahamas four months later. Last week, in order to retreat from gale force winds and 3-4 metre waves (12-16 feet), we anchored beside the wee island of Little Farmers Cay. It is the second smallest isolated community in the Exumas, part of the Bahama islands.

The 'never-have-I-ever' moment came when my partner and I were invited to participate in the local 5 Fs.

Um, hello? Five what?

The male locals are not averse to using the 'F' word. It's a favourite verb, adjective, adverb, noun - well, you get it. So you may understand my hesitation to participate in the 5 Fs. Nonetheless, I nudged my partner, Ian. "You might be good at it," I said, smiling sweetly.

Ian gave me the side-eye but the local man gave Ian a huge smile. 

"You'll be on my team, then," he stated. "You are a sailor, right?"

Ian nodded.

"Have you raced boats before?"

Again Ian nodded. In Ontario, he raced sailboats for many years. 

The man continued. "We race 10, maybe 15 other boats this coming Saturday. They'll be coming from islands all over the Exumas. It's our annual 5 Fs."

Ah, I thought. Not a swearing contest.

The man pointed to his t-shirt. "5 Fs" was blazoned across the front. Below it, in smaller letters was the meaning behind the 5 Fs: First Friday in February Farmers Cay Festival. The highlight of the event was the sailing races - three categories. The first category was for non-residents to race in their own sailboat. There are no restrictions or handicaps. All you need is your own sailboat, whether it be a catamaran or a monohull. Unfortunately, due to the gale force winds, this Class was cancelled. What a relief. While I love my boat, as does Ian, he would use every trick in the racing book to pull out a win. That means all the other sailors are in trouble. 

The second category (C-Class) is for young, teenage sailors. The sailboats are all home-made, using material from the Bahamas. There are no motors and only one sail. These youngsters race in a wooden, 12-foot boat, a crew of just two in each boat.

E-Class represents a 17.5 foot vessel, each with a crew of five. As with the C-Class, the boats are handmade in the Bahamas. After all, sailing is the national sport of these beautiful islands. Similar to the C-Class, there are no motors and only one very large main sail. In fact, the boom which supports the sail from the mast, is almost twice as long as the boat. Crew use two 8x12 wooden beams to 'hike' out and, for additional ballast, ingots of lead are placed in the hull. The boat on which Ian was a crew member, named "Miss Rowie," had 600 pounds of lead! 


An E-class sailboat (one of many) delivered/lowered by crane at Little Farmers Cay for the annual race.
Note the full ocean-style keel, painted white, on the bottom of the boat.


The sliding boards used for the crew to 'hike' out and prevent the boat from tipping :)

The crew of Miss Rowie prepping for the race.


Ian and a second crew member (Scott) hiking out on the boards




The proud crew of Miss Rowie. 

With a 4th place finish out of 12 boats, I'd say they had much to celebrate. They were in second-last place after the first leg of the race, so kudos to their sailing (and hiking) skills. 

In The Twisted Climb trilogy, many adventures take place in a watery environment. I have to admit the sailing knowledge I've learned from Ian ensured the water scenes were genuinely accurate, and in some cases, frightening. If you haven't checked out this award-winning series, now's your chance. Click on the link below for your purchase choices!

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The Twisted Climb - Darkness Descends (Book 2) voted BEST Young Adult Book 2018, Critters Readers Poll and Best YA Book FINALIST at The Word Guild, Canada
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