I've
given up trying to figure out
where I'm from. Home is wherever I'm living. (According to my passport though,
I'm still Canadian.)
Recently,
I escaped from London where I'd lived and worked for too long. New Zealand has
been kind enough to offer me exile. I'm currently hiding up a hill in Wellington
writing my brains out. It's lovely.
Since
1996, I've been working and living everywhere but Canada, allowing chance to
deposit my wife and I just about anywhere.
Writing
has taken up a lot of my time in the last few years. The stories keep coming,
so I keep writing them down. They are still mostly satire, with a bit of Philip
K. Dick speculative fiction thrown in for good measure.
