It's snowing like mad here in Toronto, obliterating the sky, and the wind is vicious. It's lovely to see brick and stone buildings, though. And thanks to my agent, Denise Bukowski, I had a delightful dinner with Wayson Choy, Robert McGill, and Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer. Discussion of old and new lives, books, writing, teaching, and nicknames. Looking forward to more discussion for a CBC Radio interview tomorrow, and reading at Miriam Toews's event in the evening. I hope it keeps snowing.
I'm the author of My Name is a Knife, All True Not a Lie In It, and The Old Familiar.