At the end of last year, I was screaming along with the likes of Oasis, Nirvana, and The Watchmen, while driving around in my car. With all of the windows rolled up, I didn’t care who could hear me or who was watching. The tendons in my neck would strain as I used the last… Continue reading A Nice, Easy Start to 2017
One of my favourite podcasts is CBC’s Writers & Company, hosted by Eleanor Wachtel. I always enjoy listening to it while driving to work in the morning. Wachtel is probably one of the best journalists that I know of, which I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, coming to each interview well informed and educated. Her breadth of knowledge… Continue reading I should be reading more.
I want to be famous. I want people who I don’t know to fall in love with me. I want the money, the TV interviews, and the paparazzi, chasing after me. I want women throwing themselves at me because fame is an STI.
When I googled “teeth falling out dream” the first thing that came up was sexual repression.
It would have been about three months ago, now. My friend, a good friend of mine, asked me why I am not writing a novel. We were standing in a smoke-filled garage, at a going-away party for a mutual friend.