WHO IS FRANÇOIS DAY?
Is he myth? Is he hero? Is he crank?
It is said that on the day he was born, the universe simply continued twisting and turning. He was greeted by the world with all of the honors due to him – the quiet of that first instant .
From a very early age, this tentative philosopher would marvel the assembly with his profound yearnings for understanding the universe. Who hid the sun at night? Why did none of his plushies ever revolt alongside him when it was time for his bath? What strange spirits dwelled within the image box in the corner, and why did they always mean to sell him soap?
With only these unanswered questions for weapons, he launched himself on the writer’s path to decipher reality. His pencil sharpened one shard at a time, he threw himself on the blank page to remove its blandness and instill it with character: his own! And although it took him no time to leave his mark on the paper lines, it required much more courage to unshelf himself from his hiding place to throw himself into the reader’s den.
On his way, he sidetracked through the roads of theater, music, role-playing games and universe creation, all so he could find his voice; it eventually managed to leap onto the page, unsteady but resolute, to awaken the sleeping words that lay there. The chemistry of the verb made itself visible and gave him the courage to run in and ram, head first
From there, he dove in, body and soul, into Movements from the universe, from the smallest to the widest, out of the Ether which makes up all creation; he did this to break up the silence he had self-imposed on his voice. Stronger for this battle, unshaken in victory or defeat, he promised himself to never stop writing.
In front of him now stands an optimistic future, yet uncertain and undefined. With an act of Vigilance, he now rushes once more into the void of creation. His hope that his words reach a few eyes, brains and hearts motivates him as he once more attempts to experience of the written word.
(February 2016)
It is said that on the day he was born, the universe simply continued twisting and turning. He was greeted by the world with all of the honors due to him – the quiet of that first instant .
From a very early age, this tentative philosopher would marvel the assembly with his profound yearnings for understanding the universe. Who hid the sun at night? Why did none of his plushies ever revolt alongside him when it was time for his bath? What strange spirits dwelled within the image box in the corner, and why did they always mean to sell him soap?
With only these unanswered questions for weapons, he launched himself on the writer’s path to decipher reality. His pencil sharpened one shard at a time, he threw himself on the blank page to remove its blandness and instill it with character: his own! And although it took him no time to leave his mark on the paper lines, it required much more courage to unshelf himself from his hiding place to throw himself into the reader’s den.
On his way, he sidetracked through the roads of theater, music, role-playing games and universe creation, all so he could find his voice; it eventually managed to leap onto the page, unsteady but resolute, to awaken the sleeping words that lay there. The chemistry of the verb made itself visible and gave him the courage to run in and ram, head first
From there, he dove in, body and soul, into Movements from the universe, from the smallest to the widest, out of the Ether which makes up all creation; he did this to break up the silence he had self-imposed on his voice. Stronger for this battle, unshaken in victory or defeat, he promised himself to never stop writing.
In front of him now stands an optimistic future, yet uncertain and undefined. With an act of Vigilance, he now rushes once more into the void of creation. His hope that his words reach a few eyes, brains and hearts motivates him as he once more attempts to experience of the written word.
(February 2016)
Writer. Teacher. Scriptwriter. Playwright. Designer. Actor. Creator. Role-player. Cosplayer. Game master. His titles are displayed on a whim, as the moment and inspiration warrant.
Born in the province of Quebec, he dares to claim citizenship of the world. Well-traveled along the St.Lawrence River when he was young, between Montreal and Quebec, he landed in Sherbrooke just as he hit his teenage years, allowing his soul to wander the streets of the city as he grew. Now the proud holder of a Masters in Comparative Literature from the Université de Sherbrooke, won only through sacrifice of his mental health and wealth, he has been carrying with him since his childhood a love of stories, of writing and of words.
Born François Jean-Louis Desharnais, he gave himself the surname FIDÉ while he was still in elementary school, long before the pen name of François Day came about. He wears it now as a suit that fits all intended audiences for the sneaky voice that constantly whispers in his stronger ear.
Letters and words are friend and foe to him; he claims them without arrogance or any particular order. He strives as best he can in their shadows, delighting in the war he wages with them as he endlessly furls and unfurls them.
Lover of fiction, he revels in all its garbs : realist, historical, fantasy, sci-fi, even surreal. His wish is to communicate his love of French and English through teaching to all students he has the pleasure of instructing, in private schools, private tutoring, for undergraduates at the Université de Sherbrooke (where he has taught theories of Intercultural Studies) or with Champlain College students (where he teaches all manner of English skills and disciplines, most notably science-fiction).
Role-playing games are another passion of his. Over the many years he has been playing, he has organized a wide array of role-playing activities, private evenings between friends or large-scale activities, to the delight of his many players who always ask for more.
(November 2014)
Born in the province of Quebec, he dares to claim citizenship of the world. Well-traveled along the St.Lawrence River when he was young, between Montreal and Quebec, he landed in Sherbrooke just as he hit his teenage years, allowing his soul to wander the streets of the city as he grew. Now the proud holder of a Masters in Comparative Literature from the Université de Sherbrooke, won only through sacrifice of his mental health and wealth, he has been carrying with him since his childhood a love of stories, of writing and of words.
Born François Jean-Louis Desharnais, he gave himself the surname FIDÉ while he was still in elementary school, long before the pen name of François Day came about. He wears it now as a suit that fits all intended audiences for the sneaky voice that constantly whispers in his stronger ear.
Letters and words are friend and foe to him; he claims them without arrogance or any particular order. He strives as best he can in their shadows, delighting in the war he wages with them as he endlessly furls and unfurls them.
Lover of fiction, he revels in all its garbs : realist, historical, fantasy, sci-fi, even surreal. His wish is to communicate his love of French and English through teaching to all students he has the pleasure of instructing, in private schools, private tutoring, for undergraduates at the Université de Sherbrooke (where he has taught theories of Intercultural Studies) or with Champlain College students (where he teaches all manner of English skills and disciplines, most notably science-fiction).
Role-playing games are another passion of his. Over the many years he has been playing, he has organized a wide array of role-playing activities, private evenings between friends or large-scale activities, to the delight of his many players who always ask for more.
(November 2014)