Digging in the dirt
Sometimes I forget to look up. I get so deep inside what I’m doing…full time job, editing a book, writing Fallsy Downsies in my head, being married, trying to keep the house from falling down…I just lose sight of everything around me. Or, I make a set of assumptions about what’s likely happening. I decide…
Went to yoga tonight, with the usual monkey mind and ring of pain around my shoulders. Left a little calmer and a little less cramped up. Met a woman there named…well, doesn’t matter what she’s named. Anyhow. There was a chair set up for her, to accommodate her yoga practise. Pretty much the first thing…
The fiercely fantastic Sue Goyette hosted a writers’ salon at her house this afternoon. It was awesome, in a word. So great to sit in a beautiful green room, with good snacks, a glass of port and writers and poets for company. We discussed the necessity of writing for happiness and the reality of working…
I’ve added a bunch of stuff to the sidebar, including dates you can find me out and about, reading and such. Plus, lots of links to click if you’re into that kind of thing.
In the club
Last night, I went to talk to a great group of readers in Dartmouth. I don’t know what they call themselves. In the Globe and Mail, they were called Halifax Book Club, when ringleader Skana Gee emailed the paper’s new book club section to say her group was reading Homing. Anyhow, they were great. They…
Is this thing on?
A few weeks ago, I had several glasses of wine with good friend and great writer Amy Stewart. Together, we made a list of things I really should be working on. Top of the list: web presence. So here I am now. Seems to me it would be good form here to link to Amy’s…