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Page, stage and screen
So I have all this news building up, and I find myself with a few spare Sunday minutes. I’m in Five Islands, Nova Scotia, near Parrsboro. At an awesome place called Mo’s. It’s a cafe/hostel/gallery/venue for art of all kinds. The women in the kitchen are making biscuits and rhubarb muffins, and I’m drinking coffee…
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Reader’s block
An interesting question on the last post, from Binnie. Do I ever suffer reader’s block. Binnie, I’ve never thought of it in those terms, though that is exactly what it is. And yes, I suffer it all the time. Way more than I’ve ever suffered writer’s block. When I read something really, really good, I…
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Stolen moments
The times, they have been busy. I am cramming to finish editing a book for Invisible, by an awesome writer from Dartmouth named Anna Quon. The book is called Migration Songs, and I’ve read it probably four or five times in its entirety now, and it still knocks me on my ass. Anna is a…
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Blowing my mind
My cousin Darlene emailed me the other day to say she saw someone reading Homing on the subway in Toronto. Some total stranger, whose friends have read my book and loved it, and so she’s reading it too. This completely undoes me, somehow. To think of my little book out in the big world making…
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All I’m writing these days is lists
Ain’t it the truth. Lists, lists, lists. I just made three: a master list, my sub-list and Kev’s sub-list. Later, I might make a list of the lists I have to make. My brain is swirly and the only cure is listing. Once, when we were on vacation, after a time of great list-making and…
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Another helping of Porkpie
If you like writers, you’ll love Porkpie. Every couple of months, we serve up a handful of writers reading new works, all for a mere five dollars. The next seating is Thursday, June 4th at 7pm at The Company House in Halifax. Tara Thorne and I co-produce and -present this sucker, and we are very…