Fall has sprung, and it's officially time to become an upstanding member of society again. Which means I will be blogging more frequently, I promise. No more cottage
sojourns (okay, one more, but only because the weather is so fab), no more camping trips (ever again. in my life. never, ever, ever, unless I can be guaranteed perfect weather and a non-leaky tent.), and no more lazy, hazy slacking off. My son started nursery school this week (I cried; he didn't.), the nanny is back part-time (my daughter cried; I didn't.), and I have a list of things to do and write as long as my arm. (I'm also two-thirds of the way through the first-
ish draft of my second novel, and have been hearing noises about my first one being picked up, too, so life, writing-wise, is looking good indeed.)
Speaking of life, writing-wise, being good, I went to the
launch of National Post columnist
Shinan Govani's novel,
Boldface Names, this week. The party was held at the Holt's Cafe during the film festival, so it couldn't be anything but fantastic. Also, and probably more importantly, it was in honour of
Shinan, who simply
is fantastic, especially in his
Prada suit. ("Tweet it baby, tweet.") So it was double fab.
Overheard at the party: "What can be wrong about a party with free champagne?" Nothing. Nothing at all.
Me with my friends, Chantel Simmons and Alisha Sevigny, vainly attempting to fend off the paparazzi. (Thanks to photog extraordinaire Stephen Edgar for the image...)
xo Marissa
