About

Picture it: Ottawa, June 2000.

On this warm, sunny day, I finally achieve what a lot of parents dream of for their kids – graduating from university with a degree.

I’d started an internship a month earlier, kick-starting  my budding career.

Funny then, while waiting on the convocation lawn with my classmates, a little voice inside me decides at that  juncture to ask:

“What the hell do I do NOW?”

Fast forward to the present.

I still work in my field, in a medium I swore I’d never take up. I generally like who I work for, and with. I just don’t like my actual job.

I started this blog five years ago as a possible way out of my never-ending rut.

So. Why another blog about some stranger’s life?

‘Cause:

(1) Writing is the one thing – apart from travelling – that excites me.

(2) I’ve heard that a basic rule to becoming a writer is writing what you know. Outside of my trips abroad, it’s not terribly exciting. But believe me – I try. (Oh God, how I try.)

(3) To be more than a mediocre scribbler, one must scribble – lots. So I try to write about anything and everything in my neurotic little life.

You’ve heard that theory about the infinite number of monkeys that, if sitting at an infinite number of typewriters, typing at random for an infinite amount of time, could eventually clack out a literary masterpiece?

Well, I’m no monkey. And I don’t have access to a lot of time or many keyboards.

But I’m clackin’ away. And perhaps one day, I can transform my random foolishness into stuff worth reading.

Here goes nothin’.

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