Who the hell am I? And why should you care? Well, I can’t even begin to answer that question for you. I’m just a writer. But I’ll tell you what I know and you can decide from there.
It was a dark and…kidding. Not going the Bulwer-Lytton route. And it would be a lie. It’s the middle of the afternoon here, and I’ve got better things to do than talk about myself all day, so let’s just cover the basics.
I’ve been writing since I was twelve. I loved the old electric typewriter I started on. Not as old as the one in the image I’ve posted for my blog, obviously, but old. I’m nearly 50 now, so I’m allowed to wax nostalgic about the odd thing. Most of the time I’m far too happy to have technology, so that won’t happen often with me.
I grew up on a farm with rabbits, chickens, and a few other animals depending on the year and season. Anyone who has grown up on a farm knows there is no such thing as not helping out with the chores. Feeding very angry chickens was my least favourite task, though I can’t say I blame them for their crankiness. I doubt I would have been happy in that coop, either. Not that I was happy in the house, but that’s a different story.
We also had a giant garden with vegetables, in which I learned all about the importance of actually liking the food you grow. Weeding sucks, Jerusalem artichokes will never be a food to me, and worms on broccoli are gross.
I grew up in a small town in Ontario, and I love it there to this day. It isn’t cold enough for me to want to live there permanently anymore, so we’ll be traipsing up beyond Timmins at some point. These things take time, especially when you’re plotting a tiny home community you hope to share with friends one day.
Not content to continue doing the same things I’ve always done, branching out into other areas seems to be a hobby of mine. Music, maybe some artwork, and back into crafts I haven’t done in many years. If you follow my original blog (which I’m hoping can be imported successfully to this one), or my personal Facebook posts, you already know these last couple of years have been difficult for me, health-wise, so I’ve been struggling to get back to my work. And as you can see, I’m tappity-tap-tapping again, so it looks like it will work out okay in the end.
Which means I have to get back to other work now. And possibly a lot of caffeine.