Thursday, December 8, 2016

Food of Love

Last week I dreamed I still worked in an office. I still worked in the industry that employed me in the early 2000's.

I dreamed my client was freaking out about some ridiculously minor issue. It felt so familiar. That was my every day when I worked in the business world: clients losing their shit over nothing, and taking their frustrations out on the people below them.

My late grandfather's favourite expression was "Shit flows downstream." That's the business world for you.

In the dream I got to work just after 8 in the morning, and all day I kept reminding myself I had to leave on time. I'd promised to cook dinner for my grandmother.

In the real world, I've taken on more of a caregiver role in my grandmother's life. She's hearing impaired, legally blind, and has a number of mobility disabilities and other physical limitations. I help her with things she can no longer do on her own: cooking, cleaning, paperwork, communications. Whatever needs doing, really. I act as a support person on occasion. She's been asking me to move in with her for almost a decade. I know it hurts her that I always decline, but I'm not prepared to devote the rest of her life to being a full-time caregiver. I value my freedom too much.

Back in dreamworld, my workday went by in a stressful blur. The next time I looked at my watch, it was almost 11 at night. Well past dinnertime and I hadn't cooked my grandmother's meal. The pressures of work and family were pulling me in two directions and work had won out.

I woke up that morning feeling relieved to live this life and not that one. I don't make a ton of money as an author, but I earn enough to pay the bills. I have readers, not clients. I have time to devote to my family, to my relationship. I sleep in every morning and go to bed late every night.

I write stories for a living. I am incredibly grateful for the life I have.

I'm also so grateful to be in a position where I can use my work to raise funds for a number of organizations. My latest release, Food of Love, is an anthology of food sex stories. Sink that sweet tooth into this collection of gourmet erotica and you’ll not only feel great about your purchase, but you’ll also be doing your part to end food insecurity in Canada’s North. That’s because I'm donating 100% of royalties earned from this book to food banks accommodating immediate needs and community services with a long-term focus on country foods and land-based programs in Nunavut, Yukon and the Northwest Territories.

Food of Love is available from many vendors including Amazon
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  1. You ARE lucky, Giselle. But you also work like hell to keep the freedom independence you appreciate so much.

    Thank you for your generosity, too. (Don't you just love funding good causes by writing dirty stories!)

  2. I know just how the caregiver thing goes, and the cooking part can get frustrating when you have to be sure everything is easy to chew, and not too spicy. I'm grateful that my father is almost 97, bit if and when he moves in with me, which I think will have to happen, I'm going to be cooking separate meals much of the time.

    I've said before that I'm in awe of how you write enough to live on it, and I"m even more in awe of how much else you do.

  3. You guys are generous in your opinions of me. I'm actually incredibly lazy.

  4. Giselle, I love this post, and I <3 <3 <3 the cover of your food erotica book. It looks amazing! I hope you raise plenty of money with it, and that your other work goes well, too. :)


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