In a recent dream I looked down at myself and saw that I was
Robocop. I thought "Holy shit! I'm Robocop! I'm fucking awesome!"
Then a voice said "Be careful, that costume is really expensive,"
and I realized that no, I was not Robocop, I was just PLAYING
Robocop at an amusement park.
In my awake life, I quit a stressful publishing job in NYC and
moved back to Toronto to find my true calling. I thought it would
take 3 months or so but it's been 2 years and I'm still trying out
different things. In the meantime, I write nonfiction books for
kids, take classes (improv, comedy writing, magazine journalism,
and the only useful one - WordPress), and run a terrarium business
from my kitchen.