Another lesson in what it is to be a writer: as you may know, I’ve been working on a memoir for a few years and finally thought I was onto something solid that was working – voice, structure, story. I gave some pages yesterday to my mentor, Mr. W. Ch*y. This morning I called to apologise for burdening him; to say, don’t bother reading, I know what I’m doing, you have enough to do already and I’ll be fine without you.
Summer continues, bewildered but happy Torontonians out in tank tops, shorts, flipflops. On October 1 Lynn and I swam in