That would be me. And finally I’ve got my life back! I am once again able to tutor my son, cook dinner, clean house, catch up on paperwork, email correspondence, walk in the woods with the dogs and write. Woo hoo! I can’t believe how time consuming, all consuming this Visible Verse Festival became. Josef kept saying I was doing too much, that I needed more help, which didn’t seem too helpful. Certainly it’s true but who else could I enlist? So I bit the bullet. I can do this. Once every 10 years, it won’t kill me. The festival turned out well though. I received many kudos and people were especially impressed with the programming.

According to the Visible Verse article and Georgia Straight film critic Mark Harris I have an “unusual vocation.” That’s one way to put it, perhaps a polite way. Oh, I’m not complaining. I’m just relieved to climb back to into the scribe saddle. I’m going to finish up this blog entry and then attend to an essay Sheri-D Wilson has contracted me to write for a reference book and her Banff Arts Centre workshop. Then, I can finally get back to my novel! It will be a miracle if I complete the final draft by Jan 1 but I’m going to try.

As I sit here lamely trying to recall the events of the festival less than two weeks ago, it occurs to me that it ‘s much like the pain of childbirth, a big blur of panic and pain. Actually, I’ve never had to Continue reading →