Category: A Story

  • NaNoWriMo #1

    NaNoWriMo #1

    I first heard about NaNoWriMo a good while ago. I paid little attention to it but have been reminded of it every November since then. I thought I might try to participate in some way this year.

  • A Pear Tree in a Playground

    A Pear Tree in a Playground

    Reminiscences of a childhood playground

  • Storage


    Back in February, I submitted this story to the CBC Nonfiction Prize. It didn’t get selected for the longlist, but, fear not, you can still read it. Enjoy!

  • I Suggest You Shop Elsewhere

    I Suggest You Shop Elsewhere

    It’s been a little over nine months now, and I think that I’m finally ready to talk about it. Even now, on some nights, I’ll lose anywhere from five to fifteen minutes of sleep because I’m thinking about what happened. I discussed it with my therapist at the time, but that was on the third…

  • First read through the pre-first draft

    I’ve started reading through my Collection of Recollections, that long piece of writing that I’ve been pounding out on my typewriter over the last year. I’m only 20 pages in and it’s shit.

  • It’s Hard to be Good Looking

    Being good looking has always been my cross to bear. It started from an early age and has stuck with me through the years. It’s not something I ever asked for, but we play the hand we’re dealt, I guess.

  • May 22, 2016

    Dear Timothy, Please let me apologise for the delay in my response. When you’ve been given time, eternal amounts of it, it passes quickly and is spent on nothing. Any amount of work, no matter how pleasurable, seems not a waste but neither is it urgent.

  • April 21, 2016

    April 21, 2016

    Dear Mr. Walter, It was great to hear back from you. I certainly was not expecting a reply. I realized that I didn’t tell you my name in my initial letter. My name is Timothy F. Nash.

  • The Obituary of Mr. Walter

  • April 11, 2016

    April 11, 2016

    Dear T—, Thank you for your letter. I was very happy to receive it, as one of the things I wanted most in life was to have a penpal. There is something magical about reading a handwritten letter. Perhaps it lies in its distinction from the neatly typed bank statements and solicitors’ letters that we…

  • April 5, 2016

    April 5, 2016

    Dear Mr. Walter, I read your obituary in yesterday’s paper this evening and felt compelled to write to you. Knowing very little about your life, other than what your family shared in the notice of your death, I’m still curious about what your life meant now that you are no longer living.

  • In Conversation With Myself

    Last week I wrote a quick post on doing weird things and needing to be taught how to recognize and correct these errors. While putting away some papers that have been sitting on my desk for a while, I found this transcribed conversation that I had with myself about a month ago. This is probably…