Life on the far side
It’s been eight weeks now since we’ve undertaken the care of my in-laws. It feels like it’s been eight years.
It’s been eight weeks now since we’ve undertaken the care of my in-laws. It feels like it’s been eight years.
This past week has been one of turmoil, not all of it good. I find myself at a place on the map marked: here there be dragons. I feel unhinged, displaced. I feel astonished, humbled. I find myself staring into the distance and wondering how I arrived here. Life is a journey. Yes. It is.
It is with deep regret I write today to let all of you know I’m shutting down Five Rivers Publishing. Well, mostly.
I used to think of myself as a dream-maker, someone who would champion unknown Canadian authors and give them voice. In some ways I still hold that belief, live by it. But I’ve also come to understand an inherent laziness in so many fellow writers, indeed creators. “Laziness?” you cry. Yes. Laziness.