Writer of fiction, poetry, etc - based in Vancouver BC
Chasm now available from Cactus Press
Hi! I’m Taylor. I was born in Vancouver, BC, Canada, on the Fourth of July, 1992. My mom is Canadian, my dad was American—she got the place, he got the time.
I grew up in there, in Vancouver—the fourth generation to live in this city, I feel more rooted than most in this relatively rootless city. Nobody really knows where Vancouver is, and that’s probably a lot of why I take so much interest in place. I’m still in Vancouver—I’ve gone, come back, and might someday go again. But I’m here now. I feel the rain in my bones, even on the days when it isn’t raining.
I went to McGill in Montreal, and lived over there for four years. That was the only exception to Vancouver, and at the time I expected to be there, or somewhere other than here, for the rest of my life.
I got a degree in English Lit at McGill—but I learned at least as much from the city of Montreal as I did from the university. And I care much more about my association with Montreal than I do with McGill. My sense of connection to McGill recedes into the past as time goes on, but my connection to Montreal does not. Even if I think its going to. Montreal is my home. Second home, now, but still a home. Even if I never set foot in the place again (may Hell freeze over), it will always be home. That’s where I really started writing, and it bleeds out of most of what I write. Even the stuff that has nothing to do with Montreal, because I find I sound like a Montreal writer. But that’s just me, and I might be being sentimental when I say that. I tried to be a Vancouver writer, too I really did—but I don’t know if it came off.
I write a stupid, stupid amount and often feel like I’m drowning in my own writing. I write much faster than I can publish. Not all of it is any good--but some of it is. It all means something or other to me--otherwise, I wouldn't have written it.
That’s what this website is for: hopefully, this can be a home for it, that I can put out in close to real time, so it does not pile up and drown me. Hopefully someone else will also enjoy reading it. Sometimes people do. Either way, it’s here for me. And I can look at this webpage and be pleased that its here for me.
Whatever else I write for, whoever else I sometimes write for, my writing is always for myself.