Who Am I?
This picture was taken a while ago. 2010, judging by the length and color of my hair. That’s the most recent picture I have of myself in Quebec. Not that I never go back, but because I don’t take pictures much. It’s not my thing. I still resist smartphones. I’m that kind of person. Having to immortalize moments makes me nervous. Moreover, I’m not keen on telephones to start with.
Though I haven’t lived in Quebec for almost two decades, I’m a Montrealer. All the way. As the cliché goes, you can take me out of Montreal, but you can’t take Montreal out of me. Montreal is my city. A great place where everything is possible as long as you don’t spend too much time feeling sorry for yourself. You can’t sing about Montreal the way you would about New York, but this little island stuck in the St-Lawrence River on the east part of Canada rocks. And it’s been rocking for as long as I can remember.
I come from a family who listened to all kinds of music. I grew up listening to jazz, swing, crooners and chansons françaises (Aznavour, Brel, Bécaud). When my older siblings became teenagers, I discovered their favourite music. Beatles, Stones, Motown, even Black Sabbath. Later on, I found my own. Music is what makes me happiest. I have a soundtrack for every single stepping stone of my life. In my youth, I chose friends according to the music they liked. That’s how crazy I am about it.
I’m also obsessively fond of animals. All of them, though I have some reserves when it comes to cockroaches and bed bugs.
Forbidden Child is my first published book. Writing is a byproduct of the events I witness or experience for myself. Moving, traveling, being curious, are all crucial to my desire to write. I’m not the kind of writer who spends her days in a bathrobe, a cigarette dangling from her lips, coffee pot on the table, oblivious to the outside world. I do need a quiet environment to write, but to persist in it, I need strong self-discipline. This is such a splendid little planet we live on. So much life-changing experiences in the darnest places. You have to go out to be part of it all.