I am a Canadian. Emigrated from the United States in 2007. How I came to be here is a long, long story, but the short version is I met a man on the Internet – a lot of things happened – and now we are married.
We live in a tiny hamlet outside a town outside a provincial capital. Between us we have three girls. I am a former English teacher (20 years) who can write, but can’t spell, pursued a writing career that was mostly confined to the Internet, taught a bit of yoga here and there and now I dabble in politics.
I am always writing a novel.
Some very interesting people – who actually write and are published in some pretty amazing places – tell me I have the right stuff. But getting published hasn’t happened and isn’t as important to me as it once was.
But I am mainly a creative non-fiction writer. I’ve taught the odd workshop on blogging, and havea first draft of a memoir completed though I am reluctant to finish it and more so as time passes.
Everyone writes a book in the aftermath of tragedy and death (or blogs about it) but most have nothing new to add to the conversation. I am likely no exception, and I have come to think that tragedy doesn’t make you insightful, but writing about it can make you “dramatic”, which isn’t necessarily a good thing.
Which reminds me, if you are here because you are looking for help in the aftermath of young widowhood – I can recommend a forum called Widda, a younger widowed community where all manner of widows share and support each other. Or just type a search on Facebook. Lots of communities there now. Much more help to be found online than when I was widowed over a decade ago.
I really like to read comments. I do try to reply when time permits. I screen comments, however, and don’t post anonymous ones. I won’t necessarily delete nasty comments, but I reserve the write to reply and not give you the last word.
I don’t take criticism any better than anyone else, but I do accept that sometimes I deserve it.
Flaming of me, or other commenters, because you are having “issues” is not allowed because I lived enough of that crap in my days on the message boards of yore, and on Twitter right now, and I will remove anything offensive, decline to post it or if I am particularly annoyed – I’ll blog about it and quote you.
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Otherwise, thanks for stopping by.