Here's me writing poetry on my computer, in my favourite studio, my backyard, in Brandon, Manitoba, on a sunny day, sitting in the dappled shade of my magical Amur cherry trees.
In the early days my writing began in a closet with paper, pencil, and a flashlight. Later, as an adult, in a house with three small children and pets bustling about, I’d sit at an antique drop-leaf table used as a desk in the far corner of the basement
I would like to tell you that my studio is an oasis of creativity, lined with frayed notebooks of my collected ideas, a library of books that inspire me or keep me humble, nothing that I don’t find either beautiful or useful. And this would be at least partially true—it’s just the first thing you’d notice upon entering is a bulky old treadmill I inherited from my parents.
My main writing space is nestled in a dormer on the second floor of my home. My husband propped a temporary, albeit customized, desk for me there atop some file cabinets until we could find the perfect replacement—something heavy and oak.
Turnstone Press acknowledges the support of the Canada Council for the Arts, the Manitoba Arts Council, the Government of Canada, and the Province of Manitoba through Manitoba Sport, Culture and Heritage.