In September, Doubleday Canada will publish my first book of fiction, Sleeping Funny.
Already, six months before it makes its appearance, I'm noticing a pretty clear split between the people who love the title, and the people who ask me to repeat it and then ask if that might still be a working title (i.e., is there time to come to my senses and change my mind).
Why Sleeping Funny? Because every one of the nine stories in the collection are touched by something a little odd, a little otherworldly—even though the situations are often quite recognizable. I think of the stories occurring in a kind of dream hangover, that sense that something was going on while you slept that you just can't shake come morning, and that hovers over your day.