Trillium Book Awards Author Reading 2015

bstone's blog


16. The Secret to Living the Writing Life (and no, its not booze)

I think, based on my limited experience to date, that the secret is patience -- many levels of patience. Patience with yourself, patience with your overworked and undercompensated publisher and his staff, and patience with the national broadcaster and large Canadian newspapers. It is a waiting game and some of the stuff that you are waiting for may never come.

I realize that I have an advantage here. All my life, I have stood in the background waiting for someone to pay attention to me. I have been perfectly trained for this publishing racket. I know how to patiently seek attention, hoping against hope, that someone, anyone, will notice me.


15. What’s worse that not being reviewed?

Hoping nervously for a good review is so much easier than assessing other people’s work. I got a gig reviewing another first-time novelist’s work for a book section and God, it felt like I was trying someone for murder. What if I got it wrong? I was worried that I would be unjust, perhaps missing the whole point of the novel. However, if I was too lenient and acquitted, then a writer might go and do it again to other innocent readers.


14. Readings are Hard on Wallflowers, Part II

It’s scary when you have to stand up in front of a group of your friends and read. The audience has a mix of expressions – hope, fear of failure, expectation.

Let me tell you that this is a whole lot better than reading into an empty room.


13. Readings are Hard on Wallflowers, Part I

The reason that I am writing about bathroom renos here is that in the midst of preparing for my first reading some guys came over and tore out my bathroom. I was nervous about the reading. I was also covered in a fine layer of plaster dust.

A guy was sawing ceramic titles on my front porch. He stopped, looking at the pounds of snow falling straight down out of the sky. Then he lit a smoke. He had an eyebrow piercing. I imagined him dancing somewhere large and cavernous at 4 am.

He had been working on my bathroom for three days. Where it used to be was a hole, sans toilet, sink or bathtub. I was washing, ETC., at friends’ houses, which was sub-optimal, as the business types say.


12. Book #2 – The Unsequel

I am working on something new, and have been for about two years. No Beautiful Shore has been published into the middle of the development of Book Number 2 and now its flow has been interrupted.

Number 2 is a very different book than NO BS. There are ex-pat Newfoundlanders in the story, but it is set in Toronto. Setting has become a major obstacle to me. I am, in fact, having a great deal of trouble describing Toronto. Like most things in life that I fight with, I think that it might not be about Toronto. I think it might be me.


11. Literary Pilates

My pilates teacher said, “You don’t need a pilates instructor. You need an exorcist.”

I am a famously bad pilates student. In the old days, I would have been in the remedial class with others who were physically geeky and destined for careers in academia. Now, I am mixed in with fit, fine women who have stomach muscles and a refined understanding of right and left.

Building muscle tone is not so much about heavy lifting. It’s about repetition. It is about trying and trying and trying until you get better -- similar in many ways to writing. Those first few pages or lifts, you think, I can do this. A few more and you’re exhausted. Only over time (maybe) do you build the strength to make it look easy.


10. What Do I Know, I’m just the Writer.

Slowly readers’ comments have started to trickle in, and I have to say that I am surprised about the varied points of view. Some people are really, really mad. How could I do that? How could I do what I did to Wanda? And when is the sequel coming out?

Sequel? I had done with these guys. I had “moved on”, as they say in the world of romance. These characters were a part of my past.


9. How will I go on if the Radio Personality does not ever call?

I have gotten over things in the past. I have been turned down for jobs, past over for promotions and dumped by mean men (who I still secretly hope get communicable diseases that cause skin afflictions, preferably open sores and boils). But how will I go on if the Radio Personality disses me?

Finally, the CBC lets my publisher know that they might get around to No BS in June, when the Radio Personality is on holidays, replaced by a Less-Famous Radio Personality. This is a bit like waiting for an audience with the Queen and then being told that actually you will meet with the new Canadian grand-daughter-in-law because Herself is up in Scotland walking the corgies.


8. Who do you have to blow in this country to get reviewed in a national paper?

Am I going to have to pull a Brittany to get some attention? I have hair I can shave, but who is going to lend me a baby to sit on my lap while I drive to the grocery store? This strategy presumes that I am being pursued by a pack of rabid paparazzi, hoping to capture my shorn nether-region on film.

Sadly, it ain’t so.

I’ve been talking to people and reading online articles about the process of getting reviewed. I know that experienced authors claim that they don’t read them, but for novice wallflower writers like me, a review says somebody noticed. There are apparently services that will review your book for a fee, but paying for it seems so sad.


7. Why do other writers seem so confident?

Sorry about the outburst of full-frontal bi-polar a few days ago. I realize I am sounding like the Canadian Bridget Jones (“157 lbs, 14 Matinee Slims, 7 Rye and Gingers, pack of President’s Choice Mac and Cheese, 6 butter tarts, ½ Nanaimo bar and a diet Coke.”).

Still no word from the Radio Personality. Does the CBC think new writers in the country are mentally balanced and are not taking their slights personally? That we, in fact, have busy, vibrant lives and do not sit home waiting to be called for interviews.

What kind of drugs are those people on?

Syndicate content