It’s raining, it’s pouring

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It never rains but it pours.

Those old tried and true phrases sure are tried and true. My kids love them, especially AppleApple, who is a word-fascinated child, and a writer in the making. Here is a funny poem she wrote recently: “I dropped a glass upon the floor / My mom came charging like a boar / Now I have an extra chore / To pick that glass up off the floor.”

“You captured me very accurately,” I said. (I hate messes; I probably do charge exactly like a boar when I hear the sound of a giant mess being made.)

“But I don’t really have chores to do,” said AppleApple.

Well, we all make things up. If you’d like to hear about the things that I make up, you can come to the Waterloo Public Library this evening at 7pm. I plan to read a story I’ve not read before, and will also be answering questions like, Did that really happen? What’s true? What’s invented?

It is raining and pouring very nice things these past few days. It is raining writing work, frankly, and I’m pleased. Some of the work I’ve been doing is essentially invisible. I’ve even taken on work minus a byline because the pay is good. Perhaps as a proud writer, I should not confess such things. I work just as hard on every single task, whether or not I’m getting credit, due to my obsesssive-compulsive character. But then, I work just as hard on learning how to kick a soccer ball, truth be told. It would be nice to be able to regulate this dial, to turn down the inner perfectionist, but hey. It’s brought me here. I accept it.

Not to get too far off topic, but I’d like to share my theory about work. I figure I’m about a decade behind where I would have been, had I stayed at my job at the National Post. And I’m not fussy about it, or regretful in the least, because those were years well-spent with my children, and yes, I did continue to write fiction throughout. But I also accept that I have catch-up work to do, and experiences to gain, and therefore I’m willing to take jobs that are not particularly glamourous. Experience is experience. I would like to be an excellent interviewer, and I would like to write stories that dig deep into subjects that call out to be explored, to have light shone upon. Those are my goals. This is the path I’m choosing.

As a proud writer, I’m also thrilled to share the news that I’ve been invited to the Vancouver International Writers Festival in October. Insert large paragraph of exclamation marks, here:

I’ll also be at the Winnipeg Writers Festival in September, and Eden Mills Writers Fest also in September. And Word on the Street here in Kitchener. It will be a busy fall.

Meantime, back to work. I’ve got some interviews to do.

Gone writing
A meandering kind of post

8 Comments

  1. Wow! That is great Carrie! You will be so busy in the fall!

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  2. Congratulations Carrie!! What wonderful news!!

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  3. I hope that you find that all of your experiences in the past 10 years will provide you with more work-related experience than some might expect. I have certainly found that. For example, sometimes being grilled by a client is not-so-different than dealing with a Q&A session from my 8 year old on why she can’t do/have something. I need the same mental calm to deal with both convincingly. (not that I always find it)
    Hurrah for the festival!

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  4. O Joy. We will meet in Winnipeg and Vancouver. I can hardly wait.

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  5. Oh, I hope our dates overlap, Sheree!!! Can’t wait!

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  6. And thanks for your comment, Leah. I think you’re right, and I have gained a number of invisible skills during my time at home with the kids. But I’m rusty! And everything gets easier the more familiar one becomes with the tasks. Like reading/speaking in public — a few months into it, and now I feel very comfortable on stage.

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  7. That is a lovely poem from your daughter. I think my kids will enjoy it- I am boar-like at the best of times.

    I am glad to find out that I am not the only one who imagines what life would be like if I’d taken a different path. I always think about how far I am behind my friends who stayed in Canada while I left, and I too feel like I am playing catch-up. Funny how I always imagine a glittering alternative reality in Canada, rather than the possibility that I would be lonely and working in the plumbing section at Rona!

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  8. True — who knows whether I would have actually stuck it out and gotten all the experience I imagine was available to me. After all, I was pretty thrilled to become a mom, and it was so exactly what I wanted to do.

    Truth is, I don’t mind playing catch-up.

    Thanks for commenting!

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