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Oct. 31st, 2009 09:51 amYesterday I ran into Brian Mulroney, former prime minister of Canada. I recognized him immediately - not just his face but that distinctive baritone of his.
Not that that's surprising. Mulroney calls Montreal home, and the business district where I work is the water that fish swims in. He was getting his shoes shined in the Place Ville-Marie, which is a very Mulroney thing to have been doing.
But it's a strange thing to see a man you've hated since you were twelve, but never met up close.
( A bit long, so I'll cut to save friends' pages )
Anyway, the whole reason I was at the Place Ville-Marie was to mail off my short story in poetry. I feel a lot more confident about the poetry than the short story.
I had no time this month, thanks to all the overtime - the third October in a row where the universe conspired against my preparing anything for the awards.
But now I can go back to preparing my novel to send out.
Not that that's surprising. Mulroney calls Montreal home, and the business district where I work is the water that fish swims in. He was getting his shoes shined in the Place Ville-Marie, which is a very Mulroney thing to have been doing.
But it's a strange thing to see a man you've hated since you were twelve, but never met up close.
( A bit long, so I'll cut to save friends' pages )
Anyway, the whole reason I was at the Place Ville-Marie was to mail off my short story in poetry. I feel a lot more confident about the poetry than the short story.
I had no time this month, thanks to all the overtime - the third October in a row where the universe conspired against my preparing anything for the awards.
But now I can go back to preparing my novel to send out.