Taking the stage

So. A few months ago, one of my favourite singer-songwriters, Christina Martin, asked me if I’d consider opening for her at a Halifax show in August. I was pretty sure she wasn’t asking me to play a few nursery rhymes and Christmas carols on piano, and it turned out my hunch was right. In fact, she was asking me to open for her by reading. Exciting! So much of my writing has been musician-focused over the last zillion years or so, and it’s really cool to think of giving a reading from Fallsy Downsies at a music venue, opening for a musician. Terrifying! And awesome. 

If you’re in the Halifax area in mid-August, you should come see us!



It’s ARC day!

It's ARC day!

This was waiting for me when I got home today. I started reading it right away, of course, and you know what? It’s not bad!

What a drag, indeed

Here’s a line you won’t be reading in Fallsy Downsies: What a drag it is getting old. You may recognize it from Mother’s Little Helper by the Rolling Stones. In my final draft of the book, Lansing Meadows thinks that sentence and then muses that getting old has gone just fine for Mick Jagger, though it’s gone less well for Lansing Meadows.

And the whole thing has gone sideways for yours truly, as Mick Jagger’s people have let me know that they’ve been told to charge me a minimum of two hundred and fifty dollars to use that line.

You don’t need to tell me twice. Consider it rewritten, Mick. I was always more of a Beatles fan anyhow.