Through a set of circumstances that I still don't quite understand, I was a reader at Wordfest this year in Calgary. I find myself in rooms with the likes of Yann Martel and Jane Urquhart and wonder how this happened. But here I am, or have been, for the past several days, talking and mostly not talking about my work.
Thanks Wordfest, and thanks to the many writers who were gracious and welcoming to me.
I was not reading from the Monologues. I read a short story recently published ini FreeFall magazine, a literary magazine from Alberta. It is a story about a woman who runs into a deer on the highway, a very Canadian story indeed. I think that I feel like the deer right now. I hope things turn out better for me than they did for the deer in my story.