I’ve had a lot of lives and have finally, at last, begun to write about them. The first of those lives has become a memoir, Little Comrades, published by Porcupine’s Quill, in June 2011.
The second life is part of a manuscript in progress, set in Manhattan in the jazzy druggy days of the late fifties. I don’t yet have a sense of where and when that particular segment of my life will end. The first draft rather tapers off in the early sixties, as I return to Toronto from New York. I don’t have a title yet, either.
I am also writing some light “family” stories, of aunts and uncles and grandmothers, and bits of poetry from time to time.
2 Examples of short published work are here.