I am running behind because of looming deadlines. To fill in until I finish the work in hand (not long I hope), here’s a link to a little documentary about me. It was filmed after my novel Elle was published, perhaps my most successful moment as a public writer. So it’s a sunny view of things, not to be confused with the bloody-minded, misanthropic author I am most of the time. My sons and I were staying at the family farm outside Waterford, Ontario. We brought along a friend of theirs, a sweet, chubby little boy, who used to bake cookies for my painter girlfriend’s art openings. This confused the Globe and Mail in Toronto when the film aired on TV; the reporter assigned me a third son, an increase of 50% over the usual two.
The film was part of a series of Writing Life author bios. My favourite bit is the opening sequence that ran at the beginning of each episode. But then I also like the images of the farm and the boys. Not to be missed. I cringe, watching myself. So the less said about that the better. But on the whole, it’s a deft little film.
I can’t find the production company online anymore. Not sure what happened there. But someone uploaded the film to Vimeo, where it has been available for years. I expect one day it will disappear, like everything else.
Really interesting to listen to your writing journey and process, and lovely to see the farm these posts have referenced frequently. Very beautiful. Alas, for myself, I fear I'm stuck in the "lusting after a short story" phase. Ah well. Keep putting words down...
Thank you for sharing.
lovely, thanks for sharing that glimpse into your writing life, and what brought you into and through it.