A handful of years ago, I co-founded a blog called the Canadian Writers’ Collective, which we took to calling the CWC. It was an opportunity for a bunch of writer friends to get together and create while also exploring a wide range of genres.
Some of us moved on as fiction writers, winning awards and publishing novels. Others continued writing and also took on editorial roles at literary publications. It was a valuable period of growth and collaboration.
The blog’s still live, and I’m pleased to see it continues to get a bit of traffic. If you’d like to take a look at some of the posts I wrote, you can find them listed here.
A year-and-a-half ago, I was in Tennessee during an ice storm. My first ever experience with one. All the residents assumed that, as a Canadian, I was familiar with such phenomena as iced-over cars and below-20 temperatures. Most didn’t believe me when I said the west coast rarely sees such cold. I was surprised to learn snow in Tennessee isn’t uncommon.
When I caught this gentleman napping in the Museum of Modern Art courtyard it was, like today, 28 degrees Celsius in June.