First Day of National Poetry Month, and Daily Word #48
Snapshot in a Crisis, Day _ of _?
The morning frost has changed to dew, and now the green is bejewelled, decked out for another day. In my daughter’s Instagram story, a video of herself all dressed up in a floral gown and straw hat, with a table set for a tea party. Her stuffed green bunny sits …
20th Word, and a Blog Post on Cake, etc.
Editing versus Baking
The trouble with working at home, as a writer, is that I’m very close to my kitchen. There is never such a drive to pull out the butter and eggs, the chocolate and nuts, as when I’m deep into the struggles of editing, which is what I’m doing today: fixing …
Room for Everyone
I am not, by nature, a political writer, although sometimes, intentionally or otherwise, my politics slip into my work. Yet I’m feeling a certain pressure these days to be otherwise, and wonder if other creatives are feeling the same: an expectation that to be a writer means to carry a …
Lost In My Own Town
Vic West is one of the oldest neighbourhoods in Victoria, just across the bridge from downtown, and I always get lost here, even though it was the first place I landed when moving to this city in 1988. In the days before Craigslist, we had to rely on papers, or …