Go to literary festivals. I never used to attend them. I had the following reasons: a) I’m not a real writer, b) everyone there is deserving, I am not, c) I don’t have time, d) Jupiter is not quite aligned with Mercury, and the gravitational divergence is killing me. I went to the Wild Writers…
Heya bub, I like what you do. I enjoy your style and your words. You’re technically so good, and your grammar and spelling are perfect sugar cubes. Plus, I like the way you get so emotional. So personal, like you’re talking to me, through the experience of your tortured, difficult Canadian half-life. I feel…
I curated this list from the wide expanse of the internet, including famous authors from past and present. I’ve tried to present these rules in my own words, however, in order to properly distill the wisdom and guidance of our peers and betters. I hope this list is as helpful to you as it has…
There’s more music out there than ever before just now. I thought I’d throw out a few underappreciated songs from artists that I would consider to be exceptional. But You – Alexandra Savior When people tell you that something sounds like a Bond song, you know what that means. There’s a feeling to the songs…
I heard that Abba is being embraced by young people. Long ago, I started drinking coffee because Tim Hortons had their roll-up-the-rim-to-win contest. I hated the idea of coffee, but I started drinking it to see if I could win, and now I can’t get enough of the stuff. That contest got me hooked. Years…
Some dream of music or sports or politics or power… I dream of being a writer. I am a writer. It’s odd saying that, and for many years I resisted that tag, as I didn’t feel like I’d earned it. But it’s got nothing to do with ‘earn’. If you write, you’re a writer. I…
I lean the bike against the window, with a view of the cash register. It’s Sunday morning. I don’t need to lock it. Inside, I look at the bike through the glass, as people walk by. It’s like a painting, like the bike’s no longer mine. It’s just a picture. “Fruit explosion…
Look really closely in this image. You will see a planet. A bit out there what you find yourself writing about at times, because you have no time to write anything but what’s really harping on your head. I wrote a story called “The Reach” a while ago, on the premise that time and velocity…
It’s like biking, this thing. I’m not really good at it. I don’t have the stamina or the technique or the body-strength to do it well. But I put the bike on the road the other day, and I went. It’s agony after a while. The hills in my part of the country are an…
Well, I had to try. What’s the ChatGPT version of Trent Lewin? Would it tell me something about myself, especially if it’s lifting content from my online presence? What style would an AI ascribe to a writer of very little renown, and what would I learn from this experience? I tried three times. And I’m…
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