Writing is hard.Writing is scary.Writing--along with any other artistic or creative endeavour--will take years off your life.I imagine that writing a book is a lot like giving birth: you forget how hard it is until you’re right in the thick of it. If you didn’t, no one would ever do it again.And the reason that we do it again--even if we know what we're getting into--is because the end result is totally and completely worth it and will wash away all the pain, fear and anxiety.So. I have had … [Read more...]
This is What I Live For…
In 1999, a Canadian tourist sued a Starbucks after claiming that a faulty toilet seat smashed his penis against a toilet bowl, which, according to the Toronto Star, left his genitals ‘bruised, crushed and rendered ineffective.’He sued the giant coffee retailer for $1.5 million.Edward Skwarek, was in a seated position on the toilet when he turned to retrieve the toilet paper in back of the seat when the seat shifted causing his penis to be caught and crushed between the seat and the bowl.The … [Read more...]
CATHARSIS
Is there anything better than a Sunday morning, a good night’s sleep, a good cup of coffee? Toast. Eggs. Carrot juice. And because it’s Sunday—yogurt and strawberries. Sarah Slean is playing, I am writing. I am cozy and dishevelled. I am unkempt and thinking and typing. I am warm and happy.My last visit out to The Hideout was...well I can’t describe it as anything other than traumatic. I woke up, I ate breakfast, i wrote. I ate lunch, i wrote. I ate dinner. I wrote, i wrote, i wrote, i … [Read more...]
