The first time I applied for a $12,000 writing grant, I encouraged my best friend to do the same. We met at the Ontario Arts Council office in downtown Toronto to hand in our submissions. Then we went to a pub down the street for celebratory nachos and beer. This is it, I thought happily. I’m living the writing life.
We both applied a few more times before she was successful. “What are you going to do with the money?” I asked. We were drinking beer on her back patio, one of the first warm days of the year.