the shapes of stories

I noticed this post was sitting in my drafts folder with nothing more than a heading. It's been sitting there nearly a year. Who knows what the hell I was thinking when I came up with that title. If the past is a foreign country, one's past self is a stranger. Or least someone you … Continue reading the shapes of stories

waking from my writing coma

So I've just finished a draft (final?) of something and the feeling is always like finally arriving at your hotel after an incredibly long, grueling, farcical series of misadventures. It's over. It's done. You're not dreaming. There's a tired, weighted sigh of relief... the feeling that holy-shit-I-really-need-a-drink... But what to do now?! (Besides opening the mini-bar, … Continue reading waking from my writing coma

my three dads

There is a line in a movie that I am not ashamed to admit I have seen way too many times* which goes: "Typical isn't it? You wait twenty years for a dad and then three come along at once." I feel a little like this right now. I've had several months of plugging away at a project with all the diligence of an AP English student (which is to say, very little diligence, but we fake it well), and now everything has kind of exploded in my face.

accepting my slytherinness

I didn't join Pottermore for the longest time. My relationship with Harry Potter was intense, but troubled. It oscillated between shameless joy and celebration to cheek-biting scrutiny and critique. In one past life, I'd enthusiastically dressed up in costume and painted signs, windows, and children's faces for the midnight releases at the bookstore. In another, … Continue reading accepting my slytherinness

kurt vonnegut’s eight rules for writing fiction

Eight rules for writing fiction: 1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted. 2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for. 3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass … Continue reading kurt vonnegut’s eight rules for writing fiction

travel and the art of mental maintenance: VIII. Broken Down Somewhere in Belgium

This is part of a series I have been working on. The Introduction is here. I can't remember how it was I found out that the bus had broken down. What I definitely remember is that it was extremely cold. The bus breaking down did come several hours into a long bus trip from London. From there, … Continue reading travel and the art of mental maintenance: VIII. Broken Down Somewhere in Belgium

“Every day takes figuring out all over again how to f***ing live.”

The above quote comes from the marvellous Deadwood, out of the mouth of the marvellous Calamity Jane. And I'm really feeling it right now. It's been a while since I've posted much of anything. Life is like that. Peaks and valleys. Hills and troughs. I feel like this is a lesson I've figured out before. … Continue reading “Every day takes figuring out all over again how to f***ing live.”

the dream of the nineties is alive in ottawa

I spent most of the day yesterday being excited about the new Liberal cabinet. Inexplicably excited. Uncharacteristically excited. It was easy to understand why. Gender parity, increased diversity, a medical doctor as Minister of Health, a Nobel laureate scientist as Minster of Science, a Paralympian as Minister of Sport and Persons with a Disability, this badass defence minister, … Continue reading the dream of the nineties is alive in ottawa