Quite often, people are stunned when I tell them I voluntarily moved from a major Canadian city to a town of less than 3,500 people in the Canadian Arctic. And they are even more puzzled when they realize I moved from a major Canadian city (the nation’s capital, no less) of my own accord. At first, I came north for a job. Plain and simple. I wanted to get into journalism or even a nice communications job, but wasn’t having…..
I have a confession to make. When it comes to writing, I don’t really have a process. I suppose if I did have a more developed system, I might find I could be writing more. But that’s never how it’s worked for me. Regardless of what I am working on – whether it’s for work or for pleasure, based in reality or a work of fiction – I never just sit down and write. There’s no rhyme or reason to…..
Why do I write what I do? People always ask me that question. As if there’s some kind of magic or some great secret they’re not in on. And the more I think about it, perhaps there is a bit of magic involved. Writing is never something I thought much about – because it seemed to come naturally to me. It’s not just something I have to do, it’s a passion. I don’t necessarily have a say about what or…..