There’s a running dispute about how long we have been running Stories We Don’t Tell. Last year we celebrated four years, this year we’re celebrating four years. Is it four or five? It doesn’t really matter at this point because all I know is that I’ve loved every minute of however many years we’ve been doing this event.
Read MoreWalking home from an event last week, I really wanted a shawarma sandwich. Like, would have died for one at that point. The problem was that the trajectory I was taking home had no shawarma place along the route. A magic coincidence occurred. I hit Queen and Bathurst and a shawarma place appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. It had a makeshift sign out front and inside was still half renovated.
Read MoreDamn, have I been dragging my feet on this. So, I’ve been working on a second book for what seems like forever. The problem has been that it’s much more deeply personal than I originally thought or intended. It’s a novel, actually a manuscript I wrote a while ago. I resurrected it about six months ago, re-read what I always regarded as not so great. However, as I read, I realized that with some re-writing, it could really be something unique and special. The story is sound, the characters fresh. My opinion of the manuscript changed and I found a new energy inside those words.
Read MorePeople can tell.
On my way to an appointment, I stepped off the subway and made my way through some tunnels to above ground. An older gentleman stopped me halfway up the stairs and asked if I had some extra change for access to public transportation. I handed him whatever remaining change was in my pocket and we chatted for a few minutes.
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