We hit the road at seven in the morning yesterday and drove across the landscape Lansing and Evan and Dacey travelled in the pages of Fallsy Downsies. We pulled over between Sackville and Moncton, where Lansing developed a hate-on for journalists, to take a call from the radio station in Guelph about my launch there…
The other day I raced from the office home to pick up my reading copy of Fallsy Downsies and put on some mascara. Then I whipped over to my publisher’s house to pick up him and a box of books, and set out for the Keshen Goodman Library to make a seven pm event. “How…
Real life Dacey Brown
Okay, so, my characters are very alive in my head. I see them clearly — the way they hold themselves, how they walk, the funny little verbal tics, the way their hair falls in their eyes or stands straight up or whatever it does. So the other night, when I was checking Twitter, my stomach…
November has been busy so far, between various political scandals, and teaching my first-ever writing workshop. I was at the lovely Tatamagouche Centre last weekend, with a group of eight or nine writers all interested in kick-starting their fiction-writing practise, many of them committing to the insanity that is NaNoWriMo. It was really great to…
Here we go again
I seem to have inadvertently begun writing a new novel. All I set out to do was keep up with the participants in the writing workshop I’m teaching this weekend, and bam, just like that, a spark got lit. God damn it.