On being ravished, or why the Iceland Writers Retreat is simply perfect

And now for the other side of the story, and why it is so likely that I will be going to the IWR again. It's hard to encapsulate this event. To say it was life-changing sounds trite and overblown, but it was so for me. When I went, it was with a mind set of…

Writing resistance

So, I've just realized a project I thought was nearly done is in fact, only halfway there. It's too short. It's 24,000 words. It should be 35-40,000. I could weep. I'm tempted to send it around as a novella and hope it gets published that way. But I'm also tempted to rewrite the entire thing…

Freaking Out!

Gawd. I am losing it, and so, apparently, is the rest of the world. Everyone is fighting one another, my sodding first-born is still not speaking to me with extreme prejudice, journalists are being kidnapped and women everywhere are being killed and raped and abused and by golly jinkums, I am just about ready to…

Sometimes you feel like a star, sometimes you don’t…

So, very cleverly, I thought, I announced to the world on FaceBook that I'd been accepted to the Humber School and would be studying under the luminescent Donna Morrissey. Clever, I thought, because of accountability. See, if everyone knows I'm writing, I'll have to bloody do it, won't I? Not so cleverly because I'd recently decided…

Wishing and dreading and hoping…

I have just read a novel of such unspeakable beauty that I am overwhelmed. Donna Morrissey's Sylvanus Now is breathtaking, right from the first vision of Sylvanus jigging fish: right forearm up, left forearm down, left forearm up, right forearm down; to the vision of Adelaide's eye, sparkling blue. It's a novel about the changing…