In my early twenties, when I was married and had three kids, I started to write because I couldn't afford to paint... We were poor. But I did have this little tiny, portable typewriter made out of tin cans and that terrible yellow paper you could buy. And I tapped and tapped away. And I remember writing some poems and I sent them away to Canadian Forum magazine, and they wrote back a great letter and they published all of them and I thought, "Wow, this is what I want to do with my life."