“After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the things we need most in the world.” — Philip Pullman
In 20 words or less:
Carrie Mac is an award-winning author who lives in East Vancouver with her partner and children.
In a fistful of words:
I have read a million books, and happily sat the feet of a legion of story tellers. My first job was reading the bible to an ex Son of Freedom named Nick. That was when I was seven. He paid me a quarter a page, but I would’ve paid him for all the stories he told about homemade bombs and marching naked down the street. I have been making things up for as long as I can remember. A compulsive liar as a youth, and an author now. There’s not much difference. I tell stories for a living, and I cannot think of a better job.
The world is built on stories. There isn’t one tiny piece of this planet that doesn’t hold a story and a story and a story. There is not one person who doesn’t have a story and a story and a story to tell. I’d love to hear all the stories and read all the books and meet all the storytellers and see all the places, but that would take a thousand lifetimes, and so I write in my little corner, telling the stories within reach, and I wander too–talking to people and watching the world. I wander a lot.
I’m available for author appearances at schools, literary events, and libraries anywhere on our globe. I offer writing workshops for all ages, and can adjust the content to accommodate timeframes from an hour up to a week and from groups of six to six hundred. Some of the themes of my presentations include the creative process, characterization, plot development, story arc, and building imaginary worlds. I’ve presented at high schools, libraries, literary events. I’ve also been known to tell and very tall tale on buses, planes, playgrounds, and pretty much anywhere where there is someone willing to listen, and–truly–who doesn’t want to hear a good yarn?
I live with my partner and two children in East Van, overlooking the shipyards and with a great view of the crows heading home to roost at Still Creek each day at dusk.