My name is Erin Lee.
Born in a whitebread town in the 1970s, I escaped to Toronto at 17 and stayed there for 11 years, working at the CBC (that’s the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, don’t you know). Left there with a sweet retirement fund (I took a voluntary layoff), and thus I became nomadic, relocating about five times in the next year and a half. Moved to London (Ontario, don’t get excited) in 1999, stayed until 2010. Believe me, that hadn’t been the plan. I was going to get my degree and then scamper off to Dalhousie for my MA and Ph.D. Alas alack, the best laid schemes of mice and men, yeah yeah.
I’m divorced, have a B.A. I never use, and two kiddos, Thing 1 and Thing 2, who are becoming quite the lovely adults, if I do say so myself. I have a wonderful partner, who is (fortunately) far more chill than me, thanks be.
I have yet to suss out what I want to be when I grow up. I’ve always had the bug to write, and never did, unfortunately forgetting for a time that the only difference between me and a writer was, well, writing. So with some amazing encouragement from some astounding people, I am here. I have arrived. I…write.
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