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What’s in my head, out
Oh dear, not much writing happening lately, I have to say. The fall has been a blur of work-related outreach events (that is, lots of hosting of fundraising dinners for various organizations, the CBC open house, The Howe Symposium and Scrabble with the Stars), helping Kev get his fall tour organized and underway, a bit…
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Fallsy Downsies, and getting up again
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Weeding and planting
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I know, I know
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Stephanie Domet’s husband
It’s always interesting to see what brings people to this website. And lately, it’s my husband. Literally, it’s people doing web searches on the phrase “stephanie domet’s husband.” I find this hilarious. It can only be because last week on the radio, I mentioned that he’d been on tour for a million years and on…
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Bookish
Last night was the Atlantic Book Awards. It was packed in the room. Amazing to be among so many good writers, all from right outside my door. Shandi Mitchell cleaned up, deservedly so. My Anna Quon did not win her category, but since she was competing against Linden Macintyre, who won the Giller, and George…
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Back at it
I’m up, I’m up! Multiple Christmases had me in their grip. Then annual January crabbiness. And Kev is getting ready to release his record officially on Saturday, so I’ve been helping him with that…and unable to get much time on the laptop as he busily books a seven-week tour of Canada for spring. But suddenly…
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Obsession and Satisfaction
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A post in search of a title, and possibly also a point
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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…