Category: The Writing Life

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How to Fall in Love in New Brunswick

by Damien Caissie

Counting the Port Authority bus terminal, the cab, the Jazz hostel, and the unremarkable sports bar, I had probably been in Manhattan for an hour. Two hours by the time that she mentioned wanting to have mixed children because “white kids are so boring.” I wouldn’t have dared make eye contact with Lilia in Moncton or even Fredericton;

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Small Town Asshole I

by Julie Mannell

Julie Mannell is The Town Crier’s guest editor this month. Her poem,“That Space Between Blankets That Holds Your Scent,” was featured in issue 26 of The Puritan. Here she reflects on her relationship with her hometown. 

My relationship with my hometown,

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Author Notes: Scott Nolan

by Scott Nolan

Two of Scott Nolan’s poems, Elvis and me” and “Ten above tomorrow”, were published in Issue 30 of  The Puritan. 

I started writing poetry in January 2015, approximately three weeks after my 40th birthday. The plan was to replace smoking cigarettes with walking eight to ten kilometres a day.

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Author Notes: Randy Lundy

by Randy Lundy

Randy Lundy’s poem,“An Ecology of Being and Non-Being,” appeared in Issue 30 of The Puritan. Here he speaks with The Town Crier about drawing inspiration from memory, and shares some of his favourite literature and music. 

“An Ecology of Being and Non-Being” began as most of my recent writing has: in my backyard or from the desire to be in my backyard,

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Writing a Profitable Suicide Note

by Ian Murdock

Step 1: Monetize your blog. Get yourself AdSense.

Step 2: Designate beneficiaries in your will.

Step 3: Write it out. Make sure that you follow my 3 S’s of a Viral Suicide Note™: Specific, Sober, & Search engine optimized. You don’t want it to be a vague drunken rant with no keywords.

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Interactive Literature Online

by Taras Tymoshekno

I decided to become a writer early on. While I was practicing for that calling I found many opportunities for downtime, which probably wasn’t a good start. Around the mid-2000s, as I thought about what I could contribute to the long, proud literary tradition, I noticed that there were people making comics and putting them online.

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Biscuits: Shalene Gupta on the Creative Class

by Shalene Gupta

For the longest time I wanted to be a novelist. I read and voices, sharp and sweet, filled my head. I wanted to be a novelist like the love child of Jane Austen and Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche, a Herman Melville who doesn’t drone on about whales, or a ringing voice on a clear cloudless day—hello?

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Julia Zarankin’s Pursuit of the Strange

by Julia Zarankin

I could date my first encounter with creative non-fiction to an autumn day in 2006, when I hopped in my car and headed for my first (and so far last) organic chestnut roast in New Franklin, Missouri, hosted by the Slow Food Katy Trail group. What followed was not at all what I expected.

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The Trouble with Non-Fiction

by Teri Vassopoulos

Shortly after I started making zines in high school, my mother said to me, “It’s good to have secrets sometimes.” We were in the kitchen; we hadn’t been speaking of secrets, of the merits of keeping or spilling them. She knew I was making zines, though, and had seen the piles of Xeroxed paper and envelopes addressed to me in the mail.