So just how did I get from Point A to Point B? Well, that happened via what seemed like a lot of wrong turns. But looking back on it, I realize the path I encountered was far more interesting than the direct route.
The first time I realized I loved to write was several years after we moved away from that theater (boo!), probably around the age of eight, when a short story I wrote was a big hit with my classmates. I took English studies until I completed high school, but because of my strong dislike of literary analysis, I didn’t pursue literature classes in university. I majored in history instead, with a minor in art history, and although I wrote a Master’s thesis about a ruling family in a tiny principality in Renaissance Italy, it failed to become a bestseller – though it did fulfill the requirements of my program.
I absolutely loved reporting on TIFF to my readers, but it was physically draining as it added a minimum of two additional hours to a 16-hour film festing day. After more than a decade of what was now officially blogging (and one year, I created a beautiful web site, if I do say so myself), I had to give it up to save my sanity. The stamina was simply no longer available to me. But what was a writer to do?
Film will always be my first love and no matter what the subject matter of future novels, I will always find a way to work movies into my story. I live in a city internationally reputed for having the best and most dedicated movie-going audiences in the world, so there’s no avoiding it. But how lucky was I to be able to intertwine all my loves in one book – film, chocolate, museums and writing. Life doesn’t get much better than that.