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…

Dear Geist,


How inadequate you make me feel. I simply don't GET you. This morning I opened a free sample of your magazine, mailed to me with a pleading note to renew my subscription, offering a free tote bag if I took you on for three years. The magazine had tempting titles: "why I mastered ukulele"(a favourite…

Writing emotions


Apparently there is an "Emotional Thesaurus" out there to help writers describe their character's emotions. I now quake with fear that writing shall degenerate into a series of emotions resembling those wordy yet uninformative phrases on your elementary school child's report card: "Alice occasionally needs reminding that others are allowed to use classroom supplies", to…

International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award – or check here to depress yourself about a writing career


Wow. Just pulled up this list, as my favourite author ever, Helen Humphreys, is on the long-list, for her wonderful book, The Reinvention of Love. GAWD it's depressing how many really truly good books there are out there. It's not that I feel envy, no, it's just that when I read them I realize how…

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…