Yesterday I attended the Ontario Writers’ Conference in Ajax Ontario. It was a heart-breakingly beautiful sunny day, and I wondered aloud if I really needed another writers’ conference. I’d already pitched to two of the agents at another conference,...
At Sanctuary on Saturday, we began, as usual, with proprioceptive writing… a free flow of thoughts, ideas and images, with the anchor of asking, when a word shimmers with energy, “what do I mean by — ?” and then answering that question. I have...
Not to leave my readership hanging, here is how the rest of John Deere’s prophesy panned out: Shortly after my breakup with Michael, one of my fellow waiters, Aris, a handsome gay man from Sparta., invited me out for a drink after work. At the bar, he asked if I...
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