Stephanie Domet

Stories I tell.

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  • Problem-solving 101

    My brain loves to solve problems. It’s pretty much what my brain was put on this earth to do. Let’s see, we have two chicken thighs, some leeks and a bit of white wine. What can we make out of that? How about braised chicken with creamy leek sauce? That’s basically my brain in heaven,…

    February 4, 2012
  • Squeezing it in

    This is the method I’m currently using for getting stuff done. I’m editing a book for one writer, and mentoring another and still trying to finish my own first draft. So I am cramming in bits of writing where I can, and trying not to freak out. The good news is I just booked off…

    January 31, 2012
  • A work in progress

    I am managing to jam out pages in spurts, here and there. Astonishingly, this includes seven pages written one morning while I was on vacation at my mom’s house, a place I find notoriously distracting and hard to write in. But I feel a bit on fire right now, and I am trying to get…

    December 14, 2011
  • The grind, and being back at it

    First, some business remaining from last time: in the wake of that last post, pretty much every week, someone has taken the time to google something like: stephanie domet beautiful great writer. Which makes me laugh every time. I have a thick skin — you couldn’t not in my line of work — but I…

    September 12, 2011
  • Stephanie Domet is fat, rude, sucks and is married to Kev Corbett

    Figured I might as well address all the most recent web searches that have brought people to this website. Every couple of weeks, some very flattering search turns up like Stephanie Domet rude or Stephanie Domet is fat or, this week, Stephanie Domet sucks. And there is perennial curiousity, it seems, about my little husband.…

    June 16, 2011
  • Things I’m doing

    Did I mention I’m writing again? I am writing again. Thank you god and Sue Goyette, who helped me unlock myself. She always somehow knows exactly where in the pants I need to be kicked. She looked at me and said, I had a dream about you. You were so sad. I had to swallow…

    June 7, 2011
  • Days in May

    Well, May, here you are, halfway gone, you complicated month, you. May is one of the most crowded months in our family calendar, and one of the most reviled. There’s mother’s day, Jeff’s birthday, Chris’s birthday, Chris and Em’s dating anniversary, Em’s birthday. It used to be a whirlwind of cake and celebration. But then…

    May 17, 2011
  • Rosy and Grey

    I am awash on a sea of nostalgia. And a sea of fog. And a sea of anticipation. And a sea of longing. And a sea of momentum. Let’s take them sea by sea. Last weekend I went to Toronto–nominally for my brother’s birthday and for mother’s day, but really to relive some of my…

    May 12, 2011
  • When you’re having fun

    Wow, where does the time go? I went back to work and suddenly five weeks flew by. It’s been a wild ride, with a city hall scandal, a federal election and a provincial budget, plus the usual news and interviews. And it’s ratings, which means I’m busy as can be, hosting this and appearing at…

    April 7, 2011
  • What kind of book

    This is a question I get all the time. What kind of book are you writing? I find this question almost impossible to answer, because really, the answer is, a good one, I hope. After that, what does it matter what other descriptors? And what does the interlocutor mean to do with the information anyhow?…

    March 6, 2011
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