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 and I won’t claim that I’m the best you’ve ever seen, but in my humble estimation I’m better than a lot of others who claim the job title. I launched this blog in 2012 when I was unemployed — which had 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 currently employed, but I’m once again hearing the long, low Note of Dread sounding its threat of hard times to come. So now that I have something to write about again, I’m again writing.
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.