Leif Bodnarchuk is a Montreal-born Irish-Ukrainian who, along with his wife and two children, lives near the sea in County Antrim, Northern Ireland. Despite some of the rude words and outlandish situations in his scribblings, he's not a bad egg.
Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?
I started growing up in Toronto, then moved to Downpatrick in Northern Ireland. I was 14, fairly weedy, but N.I. toughened me a little. I was already tempered to a multicultural society in Toronto, so I didn't attach myself to either 'side' of the Northern Irish conflicts, and happily floated between groups. I like to think I have a balanced and fair view, but I guess everyone thinks that. N.I. has so many little cultural enclaves with unique words and phrases, and this supports the idea that there is no such thing as a 'wrong word', just words that aren't clear at first.
When did you first start writing?
I can't remember. I wrote little stories when I was very young, but I've tried to keep a broad imagination. Grown-ups are so serious, it's sad sometimes.
By Leif Bodnarchuk
Published: August 13, 2013.
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