This morning, after we had a hushed talk about explaining the facts of life to children, Lindsay, Katie, and Ashley from Random House turned to a more prosaic topic: #TorontoSnow, the handle the weather here has earned. It's snowy, all right, so it's fair, if not so literary.
We've had a couple of ice-capades-esque taxi rides. The delightful Ashley and I swerved our way in one to the CBC building after breakfast. It's an enormous, hive-like place. After we trudged through the foot of snow in the gutter and made it inside, I got a little lost on the way to the studio, as well as a little fangirlish. Leonard Cohen's "First We Take Manhattan" was playing in the elevator. Ashley casually mentioned she'd been with Leonard himself in that very elevator. I SHARE A PUBLICIST WITH LEONARD COHEN.
I sat at a desk in a quiet room, put on the headphones, and spoke with Chris DiRaddo, who is in Montreal, about how I wrote my book. It reminded me why I love radio: the intimacy of the voice, the feeling of eavesdropping on a conversation. A clip will be on The Next Chapter sometime soon.
I'm the author of My Name is a Knife, All True Not a Lie In It, and The Old Familiar.