I don’t have hayseed clinging to my trousers, but growing up on a Canadian farm gave me a unique foundation as a writer. I sprouted under cumulous clouds that bloomed everywhere in Alberta’s big sky. They were my first creative writing instructors, scudding across the heavenly blue, constantly changing shape: one minute an elephant, bruised and brooding. The next morphing into a rabbit or a castle. These billowing masses gave me a unique view of life on earth.
a girl, I prowled the land, talking to chickens and pigs and lambs,
creating scenarios for them. I also tried to make perfume from the wild
Alberta roses and captured caterpillars, watching with wonder when they
transformed themselves into butterflies. Everything around me seemed
infused by nature spirits waiting to be released.
realized that all objects are in motion, waiting for stories to
illuminate them. The clouds’ shifting form also schooled me in the
various possibilities open to me as a writer. So did Jack Frost’s
enchanted creations that enlivened the windows in wintertime, forcing me
to view my surroundings as if through a bewitching prism. These early
experiences helped me to envision multi-dimensional characters. No
wonder magical realism pulses at the heart of my narratives, and my work
celebrates the imagination.
Poetry Collection: All This: https://www.amazon.com/All-This-Lily-Iona-…/…/1935656112/ref
Curva Peligrosa https://www.amazon.com/Curva-Peligrosa-Lily-Iona-MacK…/…/ref;
Freefall: A Divine Comedy https://www.amazon.com/Freefall-Divine-Lily-Iona-MacK…/…/ref
I blog weekly at https://lilyionamackenzie.com.