They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Well, I would also argue that you shouldn’t judge a book by its movie, based on my recent reading of Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. Continue reading
Inspired by a good friend’s recent blog post, I’m now realizing that – while I haven’t shied away from exploring my dark inner recesses in this blog – some of my readers may not know a whole lot about the surface-level stuff that makes me, well, me.
So here they are, 10 things you need to know about me:
1. I’ve known I wanted to be a writer since the moment during my seventh year when I learned how much post-secondary schooling a veterinarian needed to take. I love animals, but I don’t love animals that much.
2. I’m a voracious reader of fantasy fiction (which, of course, you know), but you may not know that I only really started reading fantasy (aside from Tolkien, Lewis, and Rowling) around five years ago when a friend lent me George RR Martin’s Game of Thrones.
Since then, I’ve devoured Robin Hobb’s Realm of the Elderlings series (my personal favorite); Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series; the Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind; Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn by Tad Williams; and more Xanth books than I can count.
Over the weekend, I finished Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson – a 1,200-page book – in two days, and now my life is empty. (Other favorites: Brent Weeks, Patrick Rothfuss, and Scott Lynch.)
3. I hate coconut (but only, like, coconut slivers, not coconut milk or flour), and I get unreasonably angry when people sneak coconut into delicious baked goods, rendering them inedible. Also, pineapple on pizza: just why? Oh, and cilantro. Gag.
4. I’m childless by choice (at least, no doctor has ever disabused me of that notion, but then again, I’ve never asked.) I love kids and people who have kids, and I often entertain the notion of being a mom, but ultimately, I don’t think it’s for me.
5. I live in the city I was born in – Red Deer – but I didn’t grow up here or go to post-secondary here. After my sister graduated, my parents moved from Vegreville to Sylvan Lake, and when I lost my job in Edmonton, I came to central Alberta for a visit, found a job, found a husband, and just never went back to the big city. (Seriously. Some of my stuff is still at my sister’s condo. Eight years later.)
6. I would consider myself a deist – someone who believes in a higher power but doesn’t know or care what shape that takes. If I had to pick a religion that best fits my values and spiritual beliefs, I’d have to go with Buddhism with a healthy smattering of some form of kindhearted Christianity.
7. Never have I ever: broken a bone; traveled overseas; owned a cat; had a cavity filled; read a romance novel; gone skydiving; or been pulled over by the cops (while I was driving.)
8. I met my husband, Ryan, through a mutual friend – technically, over Facebook. I was leaving my job to go work for The City of Red Deer, and my friend (who had gone to college with Ryan) told me to get in touch with Ryan before I started my new job so that I would know someone on my first day. I sent Ryan a FB message, and a little over a year later, he proposed to me during a family trip to Victoria on the world’s worst carriage ride. (Some other stuff happened between my message and his proposal – including getting a condo and a puppy – but I think I hit the high points.)
9. We didn’t name our dog Caddy, though that is his name. When we were first thinking about a dog, we knew we needed something small because of our condo restrictions, but we wanted something solid (not a purse puppy) and even-tempered. Eventually, we settled on a pug and a reputable breeder (pugs can have a lot of health problems if they’re not bred properly). When we met with the breeder, she only had one little guy left: Perlin’s Cadillac Style – a.k.a. Caddy. We had been planning on calling him ZugZug, but Caddy just fit.
10. I didn’t grow up on a farm, but I’m an agricultural journalist. The learning curve has been steep, but I just love all the facets of this industry. My first job in ag was my first ever communications job, and I loved learning about the industry even back then. Then, a couple of years ago, I took a contract position with a crop commission, and that’s where I really got into the heart of agriculture: its people.
Never have I met such passionate, good-hearted, hard-working people, and I feel lucky every day that I get to write about crops and livestock and ag policy for a living.
Ten things may not be enough to truly know a person, but I think I gave you a good start. And if you have any burning questions about me that I haven’t covered here, fire away in the comments below.
It probably won’t surprise you to learn that I’ve never been one for the maths or sciences. Sure, I got 100 per cent on my written English diploma exam, but I barely scraped out a pass in Math 30 (which I only took because I needed it to get into my college WRITING program). Science wasn’t much better: I passed over chemistry and physics entirely and took the only science class that would make sure I graduated high school. Continue reading
Recently, I heard someone much smarter than me – though I can’t remember who – say something to the effect of, “If your life were a lifeboat, what non-essentials would you chuck over the side to keep you afloat?” Continue reading
Today, I’m suffering the karma of last week’s poor choices. Continue reading
Have you ever met someone who just seems to glow? Someone whose inner light draws you in like a moth to a flame? Continue reading
Last month, I sent a letter to someone who played a profound role in shaping my life, someone I never properly thanked all those years ago when her impact was fresh. And I’m glad I did, because last week, I received a hand-written note in response from Mrs. Footz, my high school English teacher. Continue reading