If you are reading this blog, I suppose that there are a few things you should know about me.
I suffer from depression periodically. But I kind of hate that we say “suffer.” It makes it sound so melodramatic. And, being depressed, you sort of get your fill of melodrama.
I am also a writer. I write. I wish I could write for a living, but, alas, I do not write for a living presently.
I’m currently working for a company that manages trailer parks.
I work on strategic planning, which means doing a lot of internet searches and copying and pasting data. Plus I make graphs. Excel is my bitch.
I’m gay. Yep. I don’t know if anything else needs to be added to that.
I’m from southwestern Ontario. Even though I’ve lived in a couple big cities (my favourite being Montreal), I still sometimes feel like a farmboy adept at running through fields without stepping on cowshit.
I have an MA in Creative Writing. At university, when people found out I was in a Master’s program, they were kind of like “whatever. Call me when you’re working on your third post-doc.” Now, out in the real world, the room grows quiet when I mention that I have an MA. I’m not sure yet if this is because they are intimidated, awed, and/or blinded by my brilliance, or if it’s just that they consider me to be a social pariah/nerd. Either way is fine with me.
My name is Johnfen. Now you know who I am.