February 23 I’ll be at Vancouver Writes at Performance Works, Granville Island:

Get ready for an engaging, interactive evening of wordplay that will bring together aspiring and established writers to produce instant literature. Join host Billeh Nickerson, Caroline Adderson, Elizabeth Bachinsky, Kevin Chong, Steven Galloway, Zsuzsi Gartner, Genni Gunn, C.C. Humphreys, Nancy Lee, Miranda Pearson, Bill Richardson, Timothy Taylor and many more of Vancouver’s finest for the first edition of Vancouver Writes.

Here’s how it works: teams of eight with one well known Vancouver writer as coach and editor will collaborate to come up with a piece of prizewinning fiction or poetry. Over the course of the evening there will be three contests for twenty minutes each. Teams will be given a phrase (eg. “They couldn’t believe their eyes”) around which they will craft their piece. For added spice, the contests will alternate between poetry and prose and writers will switch teams, giving participants the opportunity to work with three writers.

The Vancouver Writes judges will choose a winning team for each contest. After the three sessions a grand winner will be announced. Then the real fun will begin live music, drinks, and a chance for the contestants and published writers to mingle and talk. Don’t miss it!

http://www.writersfest.bc.ca/news/van_writes.htm

Today marks the end of UBC Okanagan’s first Outweek. Who knew Mark Tewksbury was so funny and gracious? Who knew he’d led a cheer at the pre-Olympic Canadian national team swim camp: “I’m a beaver, you’re a beaver, we are beavers all. And when we get together, we do the beaver call (sound of beaverish gnawing)” to stunned silence?

If I’d had this web site up sooner, you’d all have known about our Outweek reading, and people would have flocked to Kelowna to see me and Billeh Nickerson and Michael V. Smith read. Flocked. They would have been plastered to the skylight over the Arts Atrium. They would have cooed and clucked, and… Oh, never mind. It was a good event.

Lookie, lookie, I have a web site. How about that. It makes me feel sort of shy. It makes me wonder how to spell “lookie.” I kind of think it’s really “lookee,” only that looks wrong, too. But, um, anyway, hi. (Tentative wave.) Hi. Or, as Elwy Yost used to say at the beginning of Saturday Night at the Movies on TV Ontario, “Hi. Hi there. Hi. Hello.” I saw Elwy on the subway once. A young woman in a thrift shop coat got up for her stop and stood by the doors and then just before the doors opened bent her head around the glass to tell him how it had made her day, just seeing him on the subway. That made my day.