Where I write

I don’t really have a study. That is, I do: I have a place where stacks of paper accumulate, where I keep notes and books, where I can disappear for hours and emerge without much explanation of what I’ve been doing. But really, to get words on the page I have to go elsewhere. Specifically…

the dining table (Kingston)
the Faculty of Education library at Queen’s University (ditto)
many, many coffee shops (Kingston, Vancouver, Toronto)
the public library (Kingston, Vancouver)
my parents’ dining room table (Vancouver)

I'm drinking water here, not gin - although with that expression, maybe gin is called for.

I'm drinking water here, not gin - although with that expression, maybe gin is called for.

my in-laws’ loft (Tottington, Lancashire)
a bench by Lake Ontario (Kingston)
on medium-haul flights (Atlantic, Pacific, whatever)
a strange assortment of vacuum-sealed hotel rooms (mainly on the outskirts of Toronto – long story)

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