I’m a damn good writer. I’ve been scribbling since I learned to form letters. I’m a damn good editor — well, everyone’s a critic but in my humble estimation I’m better than a lot of others who claim the job title. I’m unemployed, which has nothing to do with my skill level at either of the above, but about my former employer’s inability to figure out how to leverage a fistful of talent into a commodity it could sell for money. (And, to be fair, also about the recession and the Internet and the 24-hour news cycle and how all three have worked to gut a formerly noble industry.)
I’m from Nova Scotia, which has an awful lot to do with my world view in terms my ideas of fairness (political, labour and social) and work-life balance.