I live and write in eastern Canada, where the winds blow cool and calm on the good days, wicked and fast on the bad. There's rain and sun, and in the winter there's snow... a lot of snow. A nice fire to keep warm, a nice pen with good flow, and a decent notebook are all that I really require. Which is not to say that the PowerBook isn't the best thing ever. I went to a bunch of schools, learned a lot of things, and now make stuff up because not to do so is unthinkable.

I have various people, a dog, three bettas, and a gecko all living in an old Victorian house under constant upgrades, and an in ground pool which is filled with gravel. It's much more interesting that way, although it makes it tough to swim.

I like Star Gazer Lilies, micro-brewed beer, and Australian wines. Granny Smith apples and slice of sharp cheddar are the foods of the gods. Don't ask me to choose between mountains and the ocean, because I will be locked in an impossible choice forever.


 

At its heart, I write because I have to. At its tawdry base, I write because it's cheap entertainment. At its soul, I write because it's fun. And then there's the bills to pay, too...