I am embarrassed. I know Lynn Coady’s name. I’ve read her in the Globe and Mail, or at least I did til I cancelled my subscription. (Ms Coady was one of the few voices in the G&M that didn’t scream “I am a smart sophisticated person living in Toronto, so bow before me, backwoods dunce” at me. ) And damn it, I keep meaning to read her books. But haven’t. So, I’m embarrassed.
But I can say she writes a great blog: How To “Be” A Writer. Kicks the arses of lies and bullshit.
(Note to self: buy Coady’s books. She’s honest, and cusses alot. )