Sunday, November 15, 2009

Check our my latest column in above&beyond

PRELUDE NOTES
A morning in the “don’t want to” zone

By Annelies Pool

We had booked our holiday to Nova Scotia and Newfoundland way back in February. At the time, the trip seemed like a century in the future and I spent many hours since mentally luxuriating on the veranda of the beach house we rented and walking on the sand of the Bay of Fundy at low tide. Now we are suddenly barrelling up against our departure day.. . .See

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Sunday, October 18, 2009

Readings on Oct. 29, 2009


Over the years, I have written a number of personal essays about my great friend and second mother, Thelma Tees who died of cancer 10 years ago. I am thrilled that my essay about her passing "Family Spilling Over" will be published in "A Cup of Comfort for the Grieving Heart" (Adams Media) in December, 2009.

To celebrate the publication I'd like to invite you to a reading of the essay at An Evening With Northern Authors to be put on by the NorthWords Writers Festival on October 29, 7 p.m. at the Explorer Hotel, Kat B, in Yellowknife.


"A Cup of Comfort for the Grieving Heart" will be available at the Yellowknife Book Cellar when it comes out in December and can also be ordered (and pre-ordered) through Chapters or Amazon.


I will be sharing the stage with Fort Smith Author Richard Van Camp who is launching is new collection of short stories "The Moon of Letting Go," Jamie Bastedo who will be reading from his new novel "Sila's Revenge" and Mindy Willett who will be celebrating the publication of "Come Learn with Me," the latest in the series "The Land is Our Storybook." (Mindy is co-author with Sheyenne Jumbo. Tessa Macintosh is the photographer for the book.)

It should be a great literary evening. Hope to see you there.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

If only I could be. . .

Some time ago a friend came over for dinner and brought a homemade rhubarb pie. It was delicious. I inhaled two pieces, complimented her baking, then launched into what I thought was a humorous lament about my own pastry making deficiencies.

“C'mon over and I'll teach you how to bake pies,” she said. . .

Read the rest of the essay at http://www.arcticjournal.ca/prelude_notes.html

Friday, February 6, 2009

Fear and Authenticity

My mentor Thelma was 23 years older than me, yet still often talked about her fears. When I was in my early forties I was still under the impression that I didn’t have much fear and that the fears I did have would soon be overcome. Although I never said this out loud I secretly thought Thelma’s spiritual practice couldn’t be very effective if she was still afraid at her age. Today that I understand the courage that Thelma showed in allowing her own fear, and it is only now that I am gaining that courage for myself. As I have gotten older, I’ve become too tired to hold the fear down and today I am learning to walk with it. I have come to understand that fear is part of who I am and part of what makes me authentically human. That is one of the things Thelma was teaching me all along.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Celebrating writing with Richard Van Camp

Thank you, thank you to Author, Teacher and my good friend Richard Van Camp for putting on a spectacular writing workshop for 14 of us mentor-starved writers here in Yellowknife.

We were a mixed bag of writers, some just starting out, others well-published, some with stories blocked inside us and others with them gushing out.

Richard is a natural storyteller and this day was devoted to all our writing stories. My first reaction to this was an inward groan because it seemed like it would take forever and that we would never get to down to the brass tacks of the craft of writing. But the stories were wonderful, and Richard wove the lessons about the craft and business of writing through our stories and his own. Verv skilled. Very impressive. We listened, laughed and unzipped our hearts, so that by the end of the day there was a sense that we were a community of writers. That's how stories do their work.


Led by Richard's unrestrained and unapologetic cheerleading, it was also a day of celebration of all we had accomplished and will accomplish. In particular we applauded the publication of Fran Hurbcom's first novel "Going Places," Cathy Jewison's pending book deal for her collection of short stories, Jamie Bastedo's completion of a new manuscript and Jennifer Knowlans new Zine--and all our hopes and dreams which, if you believe Richard, will come true if we work hard enough and turn our setbacks into opportunties.

Richard also left us with a plethora of pithy acronyms and tips to get us writing, keeping us writing, make us work hard, overcome our fear of rejection, face the publishing industry and so on. These were all great but I don't remember any of them due to sleep deprivation as a result of the passions stirred by the workshop, and also because I never take notes (unless I'm getting paid for it), didn't even in high school or university--and really Richard should be grateful that I am now grown up enough to resist the temptation that I still have whenver I sit myself down in a classroom to disrupt everything by making wisecracks and throwing spitballs or something.

Thank you, Richard. It was truly wonderful!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

The Blurring Line

I was reading a story in the Globe and Mail about a massacre of a family in an eastern Toronto neighbourhood and immediately became worried about people I know in that part of the city. Then I realized the people I was thinking about were characters in a novel that I recently read.

The line between fiction and reality continues to blur.

A Sneak Preview of the Christmas Gifts

After I found out there was no Santa Claus (my big sister told me when I was six), I became one of those kids who couldn’t wait until Christmas morning to find out what I was getting. I tried every Christmas to be good, but I could never resist the temptation to snoop and over the years I developed this into an art form. . .

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