Coddiwomple: to travel purposefully towards a vague destination.
I love to write. It was all I ever wanted to do.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I don't know. A writer?"
But I'm pulled in different directions. I love to come up with an idea, flesh it out, play with and torture my characters. Except redrafting and finishing something is the worst! It took me a while to get there, but here I am. Despite all the new ideas tempting me away, I finally buckled down and saw something through. My plan is to keep it up—telling stories that make me happy and hopefully bring excitement and joy to others as well.
I was born in Manitoba, but have lived most of my life in Saskatchewan. Perhaps, one day, I'll move to Nova Scotia, the province that feels like home to me. That's all in Canada for anyone unsure—which is why my spelling is all messed up. Some of it seems American, other times it's British or Australian. I'm very confused.
I live contentedly with my two cats, my bestie, and her two cats, (yes, FOUR) on a mundane plane of existence—literally, a plain. It may be flat, kinda boring, and cold in the winter, but we make do. We hike in the summer and try not to leave the warmth and security of home in the winter. I work full time, so I'm unsuccessful at hibernating for six and a half months, but being exposed to the world is where ideas percolate.
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