Michelle Sagara

I live in Greektown, or what is colliquially called Greektown, in Toronto.

It is a habit of mine to go and get a cup of coffee when the kids have gone to bed; the local Timothy's (I'm a coffee wimp and can't actually drink 'better' coffee; it curdles my tongue) closes at 11:00, so it's a quiet walk to the Danforth and a quiet walk back to my house. I like the peace. And the quiet.

Which there wasn't much of, tonight. ( Read more... )

A GEnie related question for those of you who were on GEnie. ( Read more... )

I started my writing life as a poet, published a few pieces in University reviews, and then embarked on my life as a professional liar -- which is to say, a writer of fiction.

Every so often, however, I have the same compulsion that used to drive me into the corners of crowded rooms, with scraps of paper and a pen I stole from some bewildered stranger, and I write poetry.

KP and I were discussing poetry tonight. Or rather, we were discussing a collection of poetry which I thought should have been severely edited before it saw print -- because had it been, I would have loved it. I know that poetry is hard to edit -- but oddly enough, while I would not touch a single word of the same writer's -prose- (or most prose, really, as I'm not a line-editor for other's work), I would fiddle all over the place with other's poetry, if allowed.

I'm not sure why. In fact, I'm not sure why I write the poetry, because there is not only no intent to have it published, there is an active intent to have it buried.

Anyone else?

This is a test of Xjournal and LJ in general. I'm having a small problem in that I don't think I'm the ideal candidate for keeping a journal, but would like, on occasion, to post to the journals of friends who do have ongoing journals.