10.37 Dispatches: Big News

Last month I promised you a big announcement. Well, here it is: you know that storytelling show I’ve mentioned before, Stories We Don’t Tell? We’ve published a book. It’s aptly called - Stories We Don’t Tell: The Book! The Book and the exclamation point are my own additions specifically tailored for this newsletter.

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10.36 Writing to Music

I never realized until working on a third book how important music is to me when I write something long and involved. This time around, I noticed that I seem to lock into one artist and just play them on repeat when I’m getting towards the end of the book. Sometimes it was just the rhythm of the music, and sometimes it was the themes behind the lyrics. Whatever it might have been, here are the soundtracks to the three books I’ve written or been a part of.

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10.35 Rewatchable

I have a confession to make. Not a big one, not even anything that is really important. But a confession nonetheless. I’m a total one hundred percent movie nerd. As an asterisk, I’d say specifically movies before the last few years. Since the rise of streaming platforms, I’ve pretty much regressed into just watching old movies as they pop up. Goodfellas? Sure, I must’ve watched this movie so many times I would be embarrassed to quote the number here, but it’s been a few years and why the hell not? And if I watch Goodfellas, I’ve gotta watch Casino. While I’m at it, Heat is right there. That’s a solid nine hours of DeNiro, with a splash of late-stage Pacino.

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10.34 Spaces

A few weeks ago, I went to a big book sale at the Toronto Reference Library. I love walking into that building - it’s such a huge space and a hub for weirdness and of course, full of books. I find comfort there amongst all those rows and rows of books.

When I walked into the large room where the sale was being held, I loved seeing all those people rummaging through all the piles, balancing paperbacks and hardbacks in the crooks of their arm.

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