Stories
The 2016 Bridport Prize
I’m just back from England, bringing home a UK cold and a lovely piece of news, having won a prize in the Bridport Prize short story contest. My story is called Steroid Dreams, and it took third place out of 4,512 entries from around the world. Last Saturday, my friend Frances and I travelled from […]
Book Review: Murder in the Mews. Or, When Does a Novel Become Research Material?
I’ve been doing a Marie Kondo lately with our overflow of books, holding various volumes in my hand to see if they sparked joy, or at least decide if they were useful. If not, maybe I should get rid of them–mainly to make room for more books. Yet a writer can’t help agonizing over whether […]
Notebook Download: Las Vegas
As a writer, I spend hours a day inside my fantasies. Staring at my laptop screen—or more often at the floor—I’m fantasizing 19th century Egypt, Charles Dickens walking the streets of London, an Ontario commune in the 1970s or mayhem in a Mississauga chop shop during a police raid. (Novel, novel, short story, film script that’s […]
Hockey in Las Vegas
Las Vegas announced itself as I stood in the check-in line at our hotel. The man in front of me was on his phone, dictating to Siri. He seemed to be texting his wife, and said he was looking forward to getting busy as soon as he checked in, going all graphic about what they […]
Virginia Woolf, Ancestors and Things That Survive – 3
The non-ancestral Verrall turns out to have been an eccentric. This was Jacob Verrall, who owned Monk’s House in Sussex before Virginia and Leonard Woolf bought it from his estate. (That’s a photo of the sitting room above.) As I wrote last time, my husband is descended from a long line of Verralls living in […]
Virginia Woolf, Ancestors and Things That Survive – 2
Let’s start with an anti-climax. The Jacob Verrall I wrote about last time, the man who owned Monk’s House in Sussex before Virginia and Leonard Woolf, probably wasn’t a close relation to our family. Looking through the genealogical research done by my mother-in-law, Mary Knox, I found no Verrall by the name of Jacob, and […]
Virginia Woolf, Ancestors and Things That Survive
One small fact sent me diving down a rabbit hole as I read about Virginia Woolf. In 1919, Virginia and her husband Leonard Woolf bought a cottage south of London called Monk’s House. It was located in Sussex near the River Ouse, where Virginia would drown herself in 1941. The Monk’s House name cropped up […]
Book Review: Mrs. Woolf and the Servants by Alison Light
I’ve been preoccupied with shedding possessions lately. Getting rid of stuff, which is boring and time-consuming and surprisingly fraught. It also lies behind my decision to read Mrs. Woolf and the Servants, An Intimate Look at Domestic life in Bloomsbury, a book about writer Virginia Woolf and her circle written by British historian Alison Light. The […]
The Purge: Used Clothes and Other Low-Hanging Fruit
It started with a call from the Canadian Diabetes Association. Their truck would be in the neighbourhood, and they wanted to know if I had any used clothing or small household items to donate. I’m pretty sure that’s how they put it. I’ve heard their spiel often enough to get it more or less right. […]
An Obituary: Meeting Albert Maysles
A brief encounter with a lovely old flirt. This was in 2004 at the Banff Television Festival, as it was then called. I was hanging out with my friend Judy Gladstone, who knows everyone, and she suggested we take Albert Maysles to a party. Leaving me at a festival karaoke night with a couple of […]
Research Redux
When you’re researching a novel set in the past, the details you churn up can often sound surprisingly contemporary. Who called reviewers from The Times of London “despicable assassins of men’s reputations?” You’re probably thinking of a raft of contemporary politicians and actors, but in fact it was the actor William Macready in 1838. Lately, […]
Story Editing Tip
This is the kind of thing I often see in early drafts of scripts: Several characters sit across a table from each other talking about how broke they are. Eventually the characters head outside for a walk through the woods or alley, largely because the writer knows they can’t sit in the kitchen forever. Outside, […]