I was 32. My favourite auntie had been only two years older when she died of breast cancer decades earlier. And here I was in my early thirties, just months after finding out I couldn't have children, and now in the Ottawa Women's Breast Health Clinic. I'd discovered a mass in my left breast weeks before and we …
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The First Draft Dance of Joy!
Writing a novel is no sprint run, that’s for sure. It requires endurance, patience, something to punch at times, and an obscene amount of dessert. Yet, hitting any milestone along the way gives you that wonderful feeling of accomplishment, and the desire to faceplant into your pillow and sleep for a week.
Cait Gordon—Speculative Fiction Author 