Ever since il Fornello first opened its doors on Bloor Street at Bathurst in Toronto I have loved it. I have loved its wood-fired ovens that produce a pizza crust to bring tears to the most calloused palate. I have loved its decor and music, its wine and aqua...
>Yesterday morning the house was quiet – grandson gone home, guests gone home, son sleeping his teenage Sunday sleep – so I did what I love best: slid out of bed, put the coffee on and sat at the keyboard facing the river to write 2,000 words before 10:30...
> While I wait for my first draft to come back from its visit to my teacher for editing, I have been in an odd suspended state. I had intended to write a little freefall as well as play with ideas and metaphors for the novel, so that I would be ready when it came...
