There’s a question I’m often asked that I despise above all others:
I hate it more than being asked, “Are you still single?” (The answer to which, for the record, is yes. And when phrased that way, it almost makes me want to stay single out of spite.)
More than, “Did you ride your bike in the rain?”
(Answer: I live in Vancouver, BC. It rains about 300 days a year here. I love biking. I hate public transit. I own a good rain coat and shoe covers. And you see me do this every single day; this should no longer come as a shock.)
Even more than, “What’s your novel about?”
(Answer: Err, well, it’s a historical fiction…)
This question for which I hold so much disdain is none other than,
“What have you been up to?”









