Likely viewed to be "old news" by now, but Alice Munro has won the Nobel award for Literature. Yes, there are many statements I could make, regarding the honour of being the first female Canadian writer to win the award, being the first born AND raised in Canada author to win the award, being the most oblivious to the fact she won the award (admittedly, I adore that she was just so nonplussed about it. "I forgot"). All of these relate to the public nature of Alice Munro.
And as any one who has read (and naturally adored) Munro will attest there is nothing public about her writing. It feels intensely personal. You are invited into the confidence of Munro to share in the secrets of her characters.
A quick status update on my Facebook lead to being quoted in an article which I agreed to with trepidation, believing it to be "casual mentions of people in the city". I was astonished to find that I was quoted alongside legitimate writers in a piece entitled: "Alice Munro's Nobel Prize: Winnipeg Authors React."
My publication list is much too short, particularly as the two items on it (I tend to not include anything published in a university newspaper, or under the authorship of the government) both stem from academic work. It's a rare moment when pen actually hits paper in any creative way, though I have been trying more and more to make time for it.
Seeing my name listed under the title of "author" and alongside women who have published? It lit the fire I need to get back into my interest in literature - both the consumption and the production of it.
This week, I am thankful for chance encounters that lead me to remember who I am.