2024-05-12 17:26 It has been a very long time since I’ve written an entry to this. It seems I lied in my initial statement. Or, rather, we’ve seen how long I can keep that up. About a month and a half.   I am in Montreal again. Literary festival that Willow invited me to. Blue Metropolis.   ….   Start again. I think I got interrupted. That was days ago now, when I wrote what you were just reading. The festival has ended. I attended the cocktail closure that didn’t have cocktails, and it ended. I’m still he...

2024-05-12 17:23 Okay, I’m going to try actually writing in this a bit more.   Starting to practice French a bit more seriously. Because I am spending more time in Montreal and may be spending even more time in the future. Another language, another world: that much is true. I was told that in Montreal, and it's stuck with me. I’d like another world.   Working as a product consultant this week. Today, being a Monday, was quiet. Making room for a bunch of Bordeaux coming in for a flash sale. I might get on...

2024-02-25 14:12 I am in Nassau Airport, finally with a coffee, after a morning that has been a comedy of errors.   Hard to sleep last night, just a bit, due to a second burn here at the tail end of the trip, to match the one I got at the start. This one’s a bit worse. But I slept enough. Woke up a bit before my alarm, at 4:56, and I put on coffee and went for my shower. Got dressed, poured the coffee. Finished packing. Had that cup of coffee, had another. Andrew was up by then, together we drained the pot, an...

2024-02-20 18:02 Limestone smacked by the sea And criss crossed by holes The sea rises up in like a question I float in the water and gaze into The Blight of Eleuthera   Thinking of the endless waves and the sharks That slip their way in from the deep Atlantic And the red sand all across from Africa There’s nothing to stop its ocean-wide thought   And the bats that flew away at the sound of me At the mouth of that cave The second day here I went in with the Austrians and we threw that rock That on...

2024-02-12 17:38 I slept on the plane, on and off, my arms and legs sore and the rest once or twice punctured by an anguished baby. I’m partway there now—in a TGI Friday’s in the Atlanta Airport, a little bit away from the gate my flight to Nassau is leaving from.   Not much to say. In Georgia: never been to Georgia before. Won’t see anything but the airport, the drizzle and the overcast outside. Weather not so much different from Vancouver.   The music they play here is better than what they play at YVR. I ...

2024-02-12 17:36 Leaving for the airport in an hour. Then tension of leaving rising through the day. Oddly productive, though: started editing my collection, and did an outline for Coyote & Gun (That’s a novel; I’m doing that next). Keeps the tension at bay. Watched an episode of Hazbin Hotel. I am sitting here with a cup of rooibos tea, typing this to distract my head a bit. May be productive some more. Am leaving for the airport in an hour. Mean to sleep on the plane. I don’t usually sleep on the plane, but ha...

2024-02-10 23:12 I’ve slowed down on writing this, I know. I keep meaning to get something down and posted, but then I don’t. Just as well: I’ve been busy finishing other stuff and have done well without the distraction.   The big thing that I’ve done being finishing the second draft of that short story collection I’ve mentioned a couple of times. And it’s quite a bit shorter than I was expecting—250 pages, rather than 350—so I won’t have to worry about splitting it in two for publication, or anything like tha...

2024-01-27 00:53 I’ve thought about what it is what I get from literature, and art in general I guess, what its for. The thing that guides me through it when I write it and what I’m looking for when I read it. I’ve thought about it for years. Something clicked in the shower, and so I’m writing it down while its lucid.   There’s a freedom and limitlessness behind every moment. We stymie that all the time while we go throughout our day, let things get away, get sad, get mad, get distracted, but it’s always there...

2024-01-24 23:09 Visited the Richmond Public Market today, with Cali—who is just recently back from a cross-continental train journey—on this the day the busses came back into service. It was my first time in there. Even after working a block away for five and a half years, I had managed to never go inside. It had become a sort of legend.   Half of the shops on the first floor was shuttered, half or more, and we walked past this and a number of groceries stalls on our way to the stairs going up to the second l...

2024-01-14 09:38 Another nine hour shift today, so not terribly exciting. Except for one thing: I heard back from Cactus about Cafe Noir Poems (I) today—they want it! I’m getting published again!   I will probably be more excited later once I’ve had time to process on a day when I am not working a nine hour shift. About that: story was empty again, I was miserably cold. I ate too much food too fast on my fifteen minute break. They also gave me a plaque congratulating me for five years of work there. Looking at...