Faryn's profile

Hi there!  I’m glad you clicked.  Now what can I tell you about myself to explain what I’m doing here?  

I was born thirty-odd years ago on the Canadian prairies, where the winters teach both strength and an appreciation of things to do indoors.  My love was words.  I started writing poetry in early primary school and have always had a book in my hand.  Although I was often encouraged to seek publication of my work, it just never seemed a priority to do so.  Once a poem was written, its purpose was served and I saw no reason for its journey to continue.  

I went to college twice. First time was to study “Creative Communications” where my writing really began to take shape, to have structure and definition (and very unusual line bre…

Hi there!  I’m glad you clicked.  Now what can I tell you about myself to explain what I’m doing here?  

I was born thirty-odd years ago on the Canadian prairies, where the winters teach both strength and an appreciation of things to do indoors.  My love was words.  I started writing poetry in early primary school and have always had a book in my hand.  Although I was often encouraged to seek publication of my work, it just never seemed a priority to do so.  Once a poem was written, its purpose was served and I saw no reason for its journey to continue.  

I went to college twice. First time was to study “Creative Communications” where my writing really began to take shape, to have structure and definition (and very unusual line breaks!).  Although the associated occupations were not for me, that was the point in my life when I found my voice, both within my work and myself.  My next round of post-secondary schooling was to study radio broadcasting.  It was in and after school that I discovered something else about myself: as much as the verbiage flows in print and with my friends, there is no less entertaining combination than me and a live microphone.  

Out in the real world I have paid the bills with some interesting jobs.  My favourites have been kennel attendant (I can talk dogs all day), jewellery repair, and clerking in adult boutiques (yes, I do mean THOSE shops).  A couple of the less successful runs were at radio announcing, and “ring girl/announcer” for a local pro wrestling company… back to the whole live microphone debacle.  

All this brings us here, in a roundabout way.  A chronic illness has seen me spending a bit more time at home than I would care to this past year, and I have been spending a fair amount of that time writing, and asking myself why I’ve never tried to be published.  Aside from the usual checklist of insecurities, I found I had run out of excuses to/for/about myself, so… read on, Macduff.