I moved to Ottawa in 2012. I am an artist, a writer, a novice pianist, and, unashamedly, a bookworm. Since I was an infant, my mother read to me every night, instilling in me not just a love of reading but also a love of words. I've used those words all my life to create my own retreat from reality or to dive into someone else's, but I always come back. I have perhaps too many books for the small living space I occupy, and I usually read several books simultaneously (don't judge me). However, that doesn't stop me from obtaining more books ... and starting them even though I'm already reading others.
Since the time I learned to hold a pencil, I've been drawing, and shortly after, I started writing stories and illustrating them myself (my early attempts would make good blackmail material for my mother if she were that kind of person). As a result of all that writing, I often find myself thinking and referring to events in my life as they occur in the third person as if I have an internal narrator, which prompted me to try out writing stories in the first person to solve the problem. It didn't. I haven't sought help for it because my little narrator speaks in my own voice rather than, say, the Crocodile Hunter's, but I might if it starts speaking to me directly.
I have been blessed with many talents, but one of the most precious talents I possess, I believe, is my ability to wield words and weave worlds. I have written but not yet published four full-length novels and am on the verge of completing my fifth, and I have also written dozens of poems and several short stories and essays. I may not be able to share the worlds I've created in my columns, but I have plenty else to put into words. It used to be that I wrote for my own sanity and pleasure, as well as for my mother's enjoyment. Now, I'll also be writing for others, and I hope to be doing so for a while yet.