He was often left to ponder, during dull moments, his course in life. Like some sentient ship he knew the formidability of the direction he was on, his efforts to get there, etc. As is often the case with people who are successful beyond their understanding he felt guided like a ship by a captain. … Continue reading Like Leaving A Cocktail Party (Short Story)
I wrote the last editions of this series almost a year ago. I am now without a doubt in my identity, as a writer anyways, and so I cannot continue the themes of those earlier posts in the same way. For one, I'm on Wikipedia, something I always wanted but didn't expect would happen until … Continue reading Writerly Things cont. again
A few days after Father’s Day I was feeling pretty down. I had gone the week before to a friend’s cottage. We’d been drinking a lot one night and she looked over at me and another friend – it was a Sunday I believe – and asked if we’d want to go tomorrow. Shrugs all … Continue reading That Was The Fish Account
My next post is a short story that I wrote earlier this summer, just found out today it didn't get accepted at the place I submitted it so why not publish it here? It's a longer read than what's usual here, but nothing crazy. It's about a guy trying to find some happiness in life. … Continue reading A Story For Y’all
I wrote an essay for a literary criticism and theory course. The class itself is sort like an analysis of a Literature class and an overview of theory and criticism - which are quite different I've learned. My essay was about a time I've felt confused in a Lit class. I am going to post … Continue reading I Wrote An Essay!
Now that I am in my final year at Queen's, I have entered into an endless cycle of self-reflection. It's probably borne of the fact that I feel so utterly different from when I first came here. The most obvious example of which is that I though I wanted to be a radiologist entering school … Continue reading Five Year Plans
I wrote this poem in 2nd year, or 3rd, can't really remember. I have had a busy week of boring activities, so I didn't really know what to write about. Plus, I was going through this old word doc I have called 'Memoranda During the School-Year' which was basically my journal/diary from the middle of … Continue reading Little Man Rock
I just got back from New York City yesterday. It lived up to everything I've ever heard about it. By far the most beautiful city in the world (I've been to), and I could spend the next sixty years of my life there without a doubt. Which is weird for me. Until recently, I'd honestly … Continue reading New York City
I don't know that I ever in my life would've figure myself for an art critic-in-training. I didn't even start at The Journal writing for Art, I was News for my first five or six articles. Now, my portfolio is overflowing with reviews: plays, paintings, performances. I wear this title sarcastically, of course. I am … Continue reading Art Critic-in-training
One of the toughest things about being a writer in this day and age is thinking about your personal brand. Am I a writer, a blogger, a journalist, an artist? All these self-declarations allow people to better understand who I am, but it also makes me feel boxed in. Sure, sometimes I write blog posts, … Continue reading Branding
Clayton Tomlinson 