This seems to be an age-old battle in the “Gosh I wish I was a published writer and had a sweet bunch of honeys that could hang off of my arm” world. If you are a pantser, you fly by the seat of your pants when writing. If you are a plotter, you plot things,… Continue reading The Pros and Cons of Pantsing v. Plotting
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An Open Letter to Dr. Jack Wolfenstei- Wolfse-Wolfesa- Urgh, that dude who is against vaccines
Dear "Doctor" Wolfson, I can't begin to thank you for your recent interview on CNN about the measles outbreak in California and the toddler with leukaemia who is now at risk. You see, for many years I have been struggling to understand what exactly defines a 'doctor'. I was letting myself define it by people… Continue reading An Open Letter to Dr. Jack Wolfenstei- Wolfse-Wolfesa- Urgh, that dude who is against vaccines
An Open Letter to Gearbox Software: “The Pros of Hiring Me, Kathleen Sawisky”
Dear Gearbox Software, Okay, so my plan to be the next host of CBC’s Q doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. I can’t fault them for that, really. I have zero experience with the radio, except that one time that I was on CBC’s Eye Opener with David Gray where he interviewed me about Gamergate.… Continue reading An Open Letter to Gearbox Software: “The Pros of Hiring Me, Kathleen Sawisky”
An Open Letter to Target: How to ‘Get’ Canada
Dear Target, Wow. Wowza. Woomph. We did not see that coming. And… and how many layoffs? Damn. That’s, well… Just wow. Okay. So, here’s the thing, Target. I get that a billion dollars in losses is pretty substantial (also an oddly round number), but you’ve only been in Canada 22 months. All the experts are… Continue reading An Open Letter to Target: How to ‘Get’ Canada
Welcome to Paris: Please Empty Your Pockets
We had to do a short writing exercise for one of my classes. Bam! Success! Paris, the City of Love, also happens to be the City of Black Market Cellphones. That is not to say it is composed entirely of couples in love toting illicitly obtained iPhones, but my own recent experience would suggest that… Continue reading Welcome to Paris: Please Empty Your Pockets
An Open Letter to David’s Tea: “I Could Weep For Joy”
Sometimes I write open letters to people or things because I am bored or have something to say. This is one of those times. Dear David’s Tea, You and I have always gotten along, David’s Tea. This is a love-love relationship; I give you money, you give me copious amounts of delicious tea with which… Continue reading An Open Letter to David’s Tea: “I Could Weep For Joy”
The Pros and Cons of Self-Publishing versus Traditional Publishing
Full disclosure. I am not a published author. I am barely an author. Sometimes I’m barely a human, but that’s only before 8:30 a.m. and two cups of coffee. Still, the CC chat has been gabbing recently about the differences between Traditional Publishing and Self-Publishing. I thought I ought to take my copious amount of… Continue reading The Pros and Cons of Self-Publishing versus Traditional Publishing
Pigeons of Paris
Paris has many pigeons. Grey, speckled, white, a microcosm of pigeon culture, all with the same beady red eyes, watching, waiting. And, oh yes, they are all tremendously fat. I'm not talking about your average run of the mill fat pigeon. I'm talking about full on boisterous, carnivorous birds that spend their days bathing in… Continue reading Pigeons of Paris
Dear Paris, Was That a Pimp?
(I wrote this about four days ago but quite frankly I am tired and full of croissants so deal with it.) Today I saw a French pimp, and I mean a pimp. Alex thinks that he was just black and coordinated, but that lime green top hat, cane, and matching shoes knows different. Not being… Continue reading Dear Paris, Was That a Pimp?
The Honeymon Letters: Dear Paris, Please Stop Trying to Sell Me Phones
I’m in Paris on my honeymoon. I like Paris. I also like ferrets, and Barret from Final Fantasy VII. I also like rhymes. Dear Paris, I've found you at last. What a magnificent city. What an oddly surreal experience to walk into. I mean this in the most literal sense. When we stepped off the… Continue reading The Honeymon Letters: Dear Paris, Please Stop Trying to Sell Me Phones
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