Last night, the entire city was atmospheric. The air slowly filled with fog, and the red & green of the traffic lights and car headlights were like thick, wet watercolor brushstrokes across the rain-slicked streets. It made me remember when I used to walk home from the clubs listening to my walkman, just soaking it…
10 days until the Star's short story contest entries are due and I haven't started mine yet. I think I've been procrastinating for a few reasons: 1 – I'm not sure that my style of writing is something they would publish in the Sunday paper, let alone award the prize to 2- I'm chicken. The…
So, I have been procrastinating on this since late October. I want to enter the Toronto Star Short Story Contest. I DESPERATELY want the grand prize, tuition to the Humber School For Writers. I know it is a long shot to actually win it – but I will kick myself (like I do every year)…
So, I've been reading this book called Writing From The Inside Out. One of the passages stuck with me: The true love of something comes from the doing of it, not from its more obvious fruits. I am the first one to admit that I have suffered from "divine inspiration syndrome". Often wishing for, dreaming…
Last night, Chris was late, I hadn' t heard from him, he wasn't answering his cellphone, dinner was getting cold, and I had spent all afternoon making and decorating chocolate cupcakes. So, when he finally called me back at 9:30 and said he was driving someone home and would be another half hour, I hung…