Ookpik

Ookpik

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Vancouver Island, British Columbia , Canada
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A Story by Ookpik


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A Poem by Ookpik


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A Poem by Ookpik


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A Poem by Ookpik




About Me

I am 26 years old - I have been writing for some years and at times aspire to do it professionally. Though it's a nice thought, and I feel there are worse dreams, I find myself struggling with the misgiving behind the writing industry being both a dying one and doing so in an absurdly superficial manner.

The reason I started writing is because I felt I had a story to tell, and I felt that way because I was very young and hadn't yet realized that most everybody does.

I spent my first twelve years in a Canadian Hamlet in the arctic - both my parents were arts majors and struggled to find work when I was born. Teaching and government jobs are very lucrative for university graduates there, so they decided to raise myself, and my brother (who was to be born some years later), in Arviat NU.

I rarely write about the topic because it's incredibly sensitive to me - not only do I want to show respect for the people I knew (by not being another cablunaaq (white man) appropriating their culture) but also because I was exposed to some very hard realities there as a child.

When I was thirteen, my parents moved the family to a farm on Vancouver Island, primarily because they wanted to offer us a better education and secondarily because their marriage was falling apart.

I adjusted, endured the culture shock and went into trades upon graduation. I worked for the better part of a year before I was hit by a drunk driver en route to a job in Ontario.

I lost my arm, and had a longer recovery than I think was necessary.

Because of that injury, I could no longer work - and in order to reassemble the life that was otherwise leveled by that accident, I pivoted into academia.

It was around that time that I tried to take writing seriously - with the thought that if I'm going to live life one handed, I should develop some skill sets.

That was approximately six years ago, and I have yet to finish university - though I'm getting very close.

I write now because I find it therapeutic, I didn't get much support outside of immediate family over the years, and writing facilitates my avoidance of therapy.

The plan is to teach, as I think there's value in that. But I continue to hold writing in the back pocket as a 'what if'.

I personally don't like this website very much and am not really looking for reviews.

I use it to store my materiel, and to make myself feel better by tapping keys.

I won't typically accept friends (don't take it personally) and I'll review your work if you ask me to.

Otherwise, that's my story.

And I intend to take a break for a while having told it.