My short story, Billy Vale & the Case of the Lovelorn Lady, to be part of the elementary school's curriculum for The Seven Habits.
Thank you to all those who donated books or money towards the prize chest for the school newspaper. We have a staggering 100books--that means we can have ten winners, every month.
August 2010:
Start planning now--Whitemud & Riverbend will be holding the teen workshops in summer 2011.
Whitemud, Riverbend, & Strathcona to hold adult writing workshops--check www.epl.ca for more information.
Want to take my Metro writing class, but don't have time this fall? No problem, the school will be holding the class again in winter 2011.
Also in winter 2011: Look for my dream interpretation workshop--check the Metro website, www.metrocontinuingeducation.ca, for more information.
So, here we are on the front page, and the urge to say something witty or existential is overwhelming. For the past hour, I’ve been staring at the blank page…well, staring at the blank page and debating what to have for breakfast…okay, staring at the blank page, debating what to have for second breakfast, and trying to convince the cats & dogs I don’t have any food worth sharing (then sneaking cheese when they’re not looking).
What is there to know about me?
When we get chocolate, I dive into the boxes and take a bite out of the ones I like best. I know, I know. I’m a grown woman. What am I doing gnawing on chocolate and stashing it away like a deranged chipmunk? But it’s true. I’m an “I call dibbs!” when it comes to chocolate.
What else?
Once, I applied for a job as a speech writer for the mayor, and I wrote a speech, referenced Disney’s Weekenders' “Helpers Helping the Helpless” but I forgot to footnote it. In the middle of the night, I still wake up, drenched in a cold sweat, and waiting for the spirit of Walt Disney to appear and kick my ass.
So, to summarize, I’m a Chicken Little, neurotic, over-achieving, eat-twenty-times-a-day, chocolate-dependent writer, who is completely wrapped about the paws of her animals.
And my mother didn’t think I’d amount to anything.*
Come on in, and thanks for visiting.
*Just for the record (because my mother WOULD appear at the foot of my bed and kick my ass for lying), she did think I’d amount to something…and I’m sure she’s very proud I can multi-task and keep my food out of the paws of the cats and dogs, at the same time I'm freaking out about the writing, and trying to read while eating.
