I don’t intend to become a writer. Although, it would be really nice to be a writer; spending long nights at a café terrace, travelling to many foreign destinations, all the while naming it “research”… Yes, I wish I were Hemingway writing his Moveable Feast in Paris. But that’s not the point.
So, why, then ?
I guess mainly because, as the title implies, I find myself with time to lose. Better put, I find myself with time on my hands, and might as well use it to release that creative side of me that I’m not entirely certain exists, but am nevertheless willing to seek.
As for me, I enjoy travelling (perhaps because I can’t answer simply the question “Where are you from ?”), cooking, reading, the great outdoors… and hockey. I happen to be Canadian, eh…
As of this writing, I find myself in Toulouse, in southern France. Not travelling, actually, but attempting to settle after having spent a year and a half without a place to call my own. And it so happens that I settled here after having found a job (step one in my resettling process) only to have said job taken out from under my feet. Hence, the time to lose…
So here goes telling the world (or myself, whichever is interested) about my experiences, thoughts, and anything else I might happen to feel like sharing.
Good reading, and thanks for stopping by.