A few months ago I went to a workshop. It was one of those build your career, find your edge, life and career workshops for entertainment industry people. The coach was from L.A. and has been doing this for far too many years, at least that’s what I got from
Every blog now and then has to cave and do a top ten list. I don’t know who started the trend but I’m sure it wasn’t David Letterman who’s now the man I always associate with top tens. So in keeping the tradition of arbitrary list of things people like,
My lovely friend Michelle prompted me to write a poem. I sent it to her and she turned it in to art! Thank you Michelle. I hope we can live in the same city again. Until then you shall be a Londoner in Argentina and I shall be a boho
This is the third in a series of readings I’ve done for my friends Natalie and Jess. We found this terrible romance novel at a hostel in Bath. Listen as I try to read the long awkward sentences overflowing with adverbs without laughing. Warning: this is the most X-rated of
Memoir of a Painted Woman I have done a lot of brave things in my life: I’ve publicly embarrassed myself reading my bad teenage poetry to thousands of people, I’ve traveled to countries where I did not speak the language, I’ve even spun fire (aka poi) but what I did last
I finally joined Twitter. Still figuring out the best way to use it. Write micro fiction? Network? Shameless self promotion? Mostly I post awesome links. If you’re a Tweeter, a Twit or a Twat follow me at http://twitter.com/sarabynoe
In an effort to get my writing into the public realm, I’m going to post an essay or a story every Tuesday on this site. So please subscribe, bookmark, or check back here once a week for a new story from moi. My first story is a tad lengthy for
Recently I was honored to be a guest on the hilarious podcast Stop Podcasting Yourself. It’s a comedy podcast hosted by Vancouver-based comics Graham Clark and Dave Shumka. If you haven’t heard this podcast before you’re in for a treat, it’s one of my all time favorite podcasts; next to
I’m known as a bad poet, a teen angst poet, but it turns out I’m not a half bad as real poet. This is proven by the fact that I’ve just been published in Quills Poetry Magazine. Quills is a Canadian poetry magazine featuring only Canadian poetry, which means it
I’m going to blow my own horn here, since that’s what this website seems to be designed for, right? Shameless self promotion. Sweet, sweet shamelessness. So, this past year I threw away all my life plans, sold all my stuff and moved to London to do an MA in creative
Sara Bynoe 