Now you see me

My summer of seaside solitude is winding down and soon you’ll have two chances to catch me out of my natural habitat:

First I’m in the Erasoma River Valley in Ontario where I am thrilled to be opening the Eden Mills Writers’ Festival on Thursday, September 15th along with writer Nicholas Ruddock and some talented musicians. I’ll also be reading at the main festival on Sunday, September 18th.

Then from September 30th-October 2nd, I’ll be reuniting with fellow Leacock nominee Terry Fallis as well as Leslie Vryenhoek, Christy Ann Conlin and more at the Cabot Trail Writers Festival in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia.

See Events for details.




Big news:

When the Saints won the Jim Connors Award for Fiction


When the Saints won the Margaret & John Savage First Book Award


When the Saints is nominated for the STEPHEN LEACOCK MEDAL FOR HUMOUR


I AM SO HAPPY.  The kind of happy where you laugh your head off and roll around in the grass like no one’s watching even though people are definitely watching, and amongst those people are a couple of dudes who are trying to work off their community service hours by cutting the grass outside an office building and now they have to mow around you which is hard because you’re rolling around so much, and when they ask if you could maybe come back later, you laugh harder and tears stream down your face and it scares them a little bit.

I’m off to Orillia in a few weeks for the Leacock gala. Hopefully by then I will be the picture of poise. Till then, crazytown.



Upcoming Event

Telling Our Stories: Atlantic Women Writers in Conversation

April 25 @ 7:00 p.m.

Author Lindsay Ruck moderates a panel discussion with Carole Glasser Langille, shortlisted for the Alistair MacLeod Prize for Short Fiction for I Am What I Am Because You Are What You Are and Sarah Mian, shortlisted for both the Jim Connors Dartmouth Book Award (Fiction) and the Margaret and John Savage First Book Award for When the Saints.

April 25
7:00 pm


Halifax Central Library
5440 Spring Garden Road
Halifax, Nova Scotia B3J 1E9 Canada
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(902) 490-5700





Alistair MacLeod Prize for Short Fiction

Knife Party at the Hotel Europa
By Mark Anthony Jarman
Publisher:  Goose Lane Editions

I Am What I Am Because You Are What You Are
By Carole Glasser Langille
Publisher:  Gaspereau Press Ltd.

Wild Pieces
By Catherine Hogan Safer
Publisher:  Creative Book Publishing

Ann Connor Brimer Award for Children’s Literature

Delusion Road
By Don Aker
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers

Prison Boy
By Sharon E. McKay
Publisher: Annick Press

Rain Shadow
By Valerie Sherrard
Publisher:  Fitzhenry & Whiteside

APMA Best Atlantic-Published Book Award, Sponsored by Friesens Corporation

Breakwater Books for
Racket:  New Writing Made in Newfoundland
By:  Lisa Moore, Editor

Nimbus Publishing for
A Seaglass Journey:  Ebb and Flow
By:  Teri Hall

Pedlar Press for
Winter in Tilting:  Slide Hauling in a Newfoundland Outport
By Robert Mellin

Association acadienne des artistes professionnel.le.s du Nouveau-Brunswick (AAAPNB) – Les Éloizes -Finalistes – Artiste de l’année en littérature

Roman – Car la nuit est longue
By/par Sophie Bérubé
Publisher:  Éditions Prise de parole

Monographie – Théâtre l’Escaouette, 1977-2012
By/par David Lonergan
Publisher:  Éditions David

Recueil de poésie – Les anodins
By/par Gabriel Robichaud
Publisher:  Éditions Perce-Neige

Atlantic Book Award for Scholarly Writing, Sponsored by Marquis Book Printing

Stubborn Resistance:  New Brunswick Maliseet and Mi’kmaq in defence of their lands
By Brian Cuthbertson
Publisher:  Nimbus Publishing

Seanchaidh na Coille / Memory Keeper of the Forest: Anthology of Scottish Gaelic Literature of Canada
By Michael Newton
Publisher:  Cape Breton University Press

The Servant State: Overseeing Capital Accumulation in Canada
By Geoffrey McCormack & Thom Workman
Publisher:  Fernwood Publishing

Robbie Robertson Dartmouth Book Award (Non-Fiction), Presented by the Kiwanis Club of Dartmouth

The Times of African Nova Scotians, Vol. II
By Tony Colaiacovo
Publisher: Delmore “Buddy” Daye Learning Institute

Empire of Deception:  The Incredible Story of a Master Swindler Who Seduced a City and Captivated the Nation
By Dean Jobb
Publisher: Harper Avenue

Aftershock:  The Halifax Explosion and the Persecution of Pilot Francis Mackey
By Janet Maybee
Publisher: Nimbus Publishing

Democracy 250 Atlantic Book Award for Historical Writing

The Story of the Basilica of St. John the Baptist
By Susan Chalker Browne
Publisher: Flanker Press

Empire of Deception: The Incredible Story of a Master Swindler Who Seduced a City and Captivated the Nation
By Dean Jobb
Publisher: Harper Avenue

Katherine Hughes:  A Life and a Journey
By Pádraig Ó Siadhail
Publisher:  Penumbra Publishing

 Jim Connors Dartmouth Book Award (Fiction), presented by Boyne Clarke LLP

Amazing Grace
By Lesley Crewe
Publisher:  Nimbus Publishing

What Kills Good Men
By David Hood
Publisher:  Nimbus Publishing

When the Saints
By Sarah Mian
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishing 

Lillian Shepherd Memorial Award for Excellence in Illustration

Illustrator:  Doretta Groenendyk (nominee)
I’m Drawing a Picture
(Written by Doretta Groenendyk)
Publisher: Acorn Press

Illustrator: Ron Lightburn (nominee)
Frankenstink!:  Garbage Gone Bad
(Written by Ron Lightburn)
Publisher: Tundra Books

Illustrator:  Tamara Thiebaux-Heikalo (nominee)
Mayann’s Train Ride
(Written by The Honourable Mayann Francis)
Publisher: Nimbus Publishing

Margaret and John Savage First Book Award, sponsored by Collins Barrow LLP, Weed Man Maritimes, and the family of John and Margaret Savage

A Stroke in Time
By Gerard Doran
Publisher:  Flanker Press

Aftershock:  The Halifax Explosion and the Persecution of Pilot Francis Mackey
By Janet Maybee
Publisher: Nimbus Publishing

When the Saints
By Sarah Mian
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishing

New Brunswick Book Award for Fiction sponsored by sponsored by Mrs. Dunster’s and Fog Lit Festival 

By R.W. Gray
Publisher:  NeWest Press

Knife Party at the Hotel Europa
By Mark Anthony Jarman
Goose Lane Editions

A Measure of Light
By Beth Powning
Publisher:  Knopf

Writers’ Federation of New Brunswick Book Award for Non-fiction sponsored by the Brennan family

The Lost Wilderness: Rediscovering W.F. Ganong’s New Brunswick
By Nicholas Guitard
Publisher:  Goose Lane Editions

What is Government Good At: A Canadian Answer
By Donald Savoie
Publisher:  McGill-Queen’s University Press

Boss Gibson: Lumber King of New Brunswick
By David Sullivan
Publisher:  Self-published

Westminster Books Award for Poetry

Not Even Laughter
By Phillip Crymble
Publisher:  Salmon Poetry

Travis Lane
Publisher:  Cormorant Books

Electric Affinities
By Michael Pacey
Publisher:  Signature Editions

The One

Somewhere in the home stretch of When the Saints, two very different ideas for a new novel began to seep into my consciousness. I was determined to choose between them before heading to a writing retreat last August, but once I arrived there I was still on the fence. A colleague suggested I flip a coin, start writing and see if it flowed. It was a good suggestion. I didn’t flip, but randomly went with the story about a teenage kid who sets out to find his dead mother’s mysterious lover. For four days, the story was flowing along like a gurgling stream. In fact, I even wrote a gurgling stream into the story. Then all of a sudden the kid stopped dead in his tracks. I mean it. He came to the first house along his journey, knocked on the door and no one answered. I wasn’t expecting it, the kid wasn’t expecting it, and after waiting around for half a day, he dropped his bicycle and sat down on the side of the road. We shrugged at each other across the abyss. Our timing was off. Someone was supposed to answer that door. We were too early.

For fear of losing valuable retreat time I switched to the other idea, this one about the dark aftermath of a couple’s decision to buy a church in a rural community and renovate it into their home/art studio. I opened a blank page, placed my fingers on the keyboard and giddy-up. Sentence after sentence appeared on screen as if they had already been written. I wasn’t writing so much as transcribing from a guttural voice in my head.

This was the one.

Since then, I’ve received some not-so-subtle signs that I’m on the right track. For example, several weeks ago myself and two writer friends, novelist Stephanie Domet and screenwriter Jasmine Oore, rented a house through Airbnb. We wanted somewhere quiet near the ocean with a fireplace we could curl up to while we worked. I kept revisiting one particular listing and sent it to the others. They liked the house and it was available, so we booked it. Just prior to our departure, I received a message from the home owner. She said if we needed anything, she lived in the church about a ten minute drive from the house. She mentioned she had her art studio in there and that we were welcome to visit any time. Mid-week, we invited ourselves over for drinks during which she graciously indulged all my questions: How was the church heated? Any septic issues when she put in a proper bathroom? Property taxes – high or low? How did the locals react to her moving in? At some point she cut me off and mentioned the place was haunted as hell. I was all ears.

Now in the icy down slope of January, I’m over 100 pages into my new novel. This is the story that could not wait. Just as with When the Saints, it chose me rather than the other way around. I’m starting to believe that all stories already exist, drifting through the air seeking the right vessel. This one must have been haunting me the whole time I was finishing When the Saints, waiting for the right moment to take possession.

The working title of my new novel is taken from an old hymn song, the World in Awful Sleep. Let me tell you friends, there’s not much sleeping going on around here. The tale is strangely poetic, definitely more intricate than any I’ve ever woven, but otherwise a deranged sideshow of images as unnerving as slow calliope music. I have to get up every hour and turn another light on. Seriously. As I write this thing down, I am alternately fascinated and deeply disturbed by what lives in the recesses of my mind.

I hope you will be, too.


It’s almost 2016!

What a year this has been for When the Saints. This story has been with me for a very long time, and now it’s with all of you. I just wanted to give a heartfelt thanks to every reader who connected with it and took the time to let me know that it brought them joy.

If I could make a holiday wish for the Saint family, I’d want them all to get cell phones. Pay phones are increasingly hard to find. And I want Janis to wake up Christmas morning to find one of those giant stuffed animals that can’t even fit under the tree (remember she chucked out Lippy the Bear.)

I’m thinking this guy will do:

Janis 2

In new novel news, I am going to be hard at work on a ghost story all winter long. I already set up a station next to the woodstove in the heart of the house. I live in a little cottage with windows on all sides, so when the snow starts swirling, I feel like I’m in a snow globe. It is THE best…until the ocean starts howling like it’s about to crash through the walls (but then again the new novel is creepy, so perhaps it will feed the muse.)

Have a spectacular holiday, everyone. Be good to yourselves and each other.

Sarah Mian

Dear E.C.,

Recently I was scouring a thrift store for vinyl records when I came across a pile of books about the writing craft.  Each one had the initials E.C. scrawled in its inside cover.

I couldn’t help but imagine E.C. shaking his fist at the sky as he dumped his dream into a donation bin and got on with the business of teaching or accounting or pumping gas or whatever else feels less like pissing in the wind.

I own a similar collection of “how to be a writer” manuals that I pored over in my early 20s. Besides the endless pointers on style and technique, these books stress the need to silence your inner critic and negotiate time and space in which to write with dedication. Good and necessary advice. But here’s what they don’t tell you. Here is the secret to becoming not just a published writer, but a good one…

Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work.

Just like a basketball player who dreams of being in the NBA might stand on a patch of uneven concrete beneath a flickery streetlight for hours on end, night after night, shooting three-pointers while solving angles and speed and thrust and how to focus one’s quirks rather than subdue them until SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!, so must a writer spend years stewing in her own words as she figures out how to dredge an imaginary plot and setting and characters from the depths of her mind and arrange a story onto the page so intact that we can all examine it and say, This has to be real. A writer must create situations that make strangers cry or fret or become enraged the same way real life does– except that in a novel, the experience is slowed down and allows the reader contemplation in a way that real life can’t. Reading a book can change a person’s life. Thus, a writer’s work is very important. It demands precise attention, god-like patience and endless trial and error.  It can take a lifetime to gestate a living breathing story then give birth to it with all its fingers, a strong heart, and a signature wail so loud and beautiful it draws people from all over the city, or the province, or the country, or sometimes even the whole world.

Don’t give up, E.C. If you want to be a successful writer, you cannot expect results for a very, very long time. Nor should you. If this doesn’t put you off the journey, congratulations and buy a bottle of whiskey: You’re a writer.

As for those how-to books…

Writing can’t be taught, but that doesn’t mean writers shouldn’t try to help each other across their story’s tightropes and through its gordian knots. Sometimes a three-point shooter needs a coach’s eye, someone whose been in the game long enough to suggest, “Try aiming three centimetres to your left.”

This spring, that coach is me. I’ve been invited to each a fiction course at the Writers Federation of Nova Scotia. I’ll post details and enrollment instructions once they become available. The course is open to anyone.

Even you, E.C.


P.S. – I bought your books back for you.