After a long silence
I arrived home from Cyprus in May and have spent so much time hustling for freelance writing jobs that I have neglected this blog. It has been a strange few months. By the time I returned home my grant funding had dried out, I didn’t have a bartending job anymore, and my writer’s residecy would not start until mid-August. So I’ve been working hard turning out stories for various magazines to keep the wolves at bay.
In two months I finished a long story about my time in the Saharawi refugee camps, a history of Tmol Shilshom cafe in Jerusalem, a ‘reconsideration’ of Tangier, an account of the archery stakes in Shillong, a feature about great home chefs in Calgary and two short profiles: one about an Olympic bobsledder and the other about a self-described ‘philanthropy junkie.’ I also have deadlines for a pair of stories about a retired zoo-keeper on Denman Island who raises rare Pekin Robins. (More on ‘The Birdman of Denman Island’ in a future post.)
I have writer friends who do far more than this, but personally I’ve never been this productive. There is nothing like potential starvation to spur one on.
(As you can see, I changed the look of the blog. The photo is from the fabulous medina in Tangier. I am not sure about the white text on black background, though. Any suggestions would be welcome.)