And writers make shit up. Even Anne Sexton, Slyvia Plath, Robert Lowell, or John Berryman. No matter the resemblances, and no matter how hard writers try to bleed authenticity all over their stories and poems, writers are still writing. Thank you Robert Kroetsch! But I write for my life, as Ted Dyck says for us, and
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Writing my life
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I was in a surgeon’s office trying to describe my foot pain on a scale of 1 to 10. (Doctors and nurses frequently ask patients to do their best to choose a number between one to ten to describe their pain.) I thought wouldn’t it be great if someone invented stickers that you’d just place
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I’ve bought a good USB Microphone (thanks for the recommendation, Murray Toews) and will now finish recording The Sad Phoenician by Robert Kroetsch. You can check it out if you click on the letter o, a recent blog posts like the rest of the alphabet. I’m considering switching my blog to podcast, but we’ll see.
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