"Don't be here in ten years." – The Factory Line


An Introvert’s Ramblings on Being Introverted, Working In General and Living In a Big City

I am an introvert. Always have been for as long as I figured out what an introvert was. Mind you I grew up in a pre-internet era. I was the first kid in my town to have a computer and the internet (this was 95 ish)… I was slapped in a class with all the other geeks the school council could find and gave us computer to study as part of a pilot project… we were along in the universe. Fast forward twenty years and computers are used daily by everyone everywhere.That’s irrelevant.
But I was the guy watching anime from other people’s bootlegged tapes during lunch hours at school. I was terrified of the cafeteria and to this day, you won’t find me eating in public for any longer than it is necessary for me to chew properly and finish my plate. Rarely do I ever extend a meal or go to a restaurant. Mostly with wife and family. I rarely ever see anyone else, even people I respect and actually like. I’m just not that guy. Sometimes I’m fed up listening to my music, but I keep my earbuds in my ear so people won’t talk to me. I’ve put on white noise at work for significant portions of time and actually enjoyed it.

I know.
I used to think I was fucked up growing up. I had no social media to stumble upon something like an introvert meme that could tell me, as a kid, that the way I was living didn’t make me fucked up, it just made me an introvert. I really would have liked that.
Flash forward twenty years and I life in a pretty dense part of town in a pretty large city, Montreal. I absolutely adore it.
Mind you I still dread the looks of people eating and drinking at all the terraces throughout the city. I still keep my head straight and walk with a sense of purpose so none of them would dare stop me and talk to me.I still dread the fuck out of that. It’s not going anywhere soon. But the thing about a dense city, is that you can hide in plain sight. Everyone’s so busy, you just put on headphones and go about your business. Boundaries are in your heard rather than physical. You can be seated right next to someone in a coffee shop and still not feel the social obligation of talking to them. It’s amazing.
There’s also, perhaps, a higher percentage of “weirdos” and creatives out there. As other introverts probably know, we do need some level of socialization, but only very little. It used to happen at the videostore for me, you’d just walk in there and come across another video geek and trade a few ideas about cinema and that filled up that little social bar you need to keep in the green.
Videostores are dead but I’ve substituted that with the occasional art exibition and/or happening. There’s also more work and opportunities to set up events, hide in HUGE book stores (hello Indigo!!!).
As I got older, I realized that introverts can be perfectly functional in groups so long as there is a “purpose” to the presence there. Setting up a schedule for a festival, addressing logistics of said event. Personally, I can speak in public. I can address a crowd of a hundred or more. I’m fine with that… I usually have the hardest time in parties…in crowds of twenty people.
I can’t do it. I’ve literally walked out of parties so often I just don’t go anymore. I’ve had a music jam with new people once that stopped being about music and they just started talking about themselves and what they liked… Those were people I knew, but I swear to god, I’ve literally put my guitar in the case, looked them straight in the face and only said, “I need to go.” and bolted out of there.
I’m still weird, but as long as there’s a reason for my presence in a room, I manage it. The very moment that purpose is done with, I feel the absolute urge to get out of there.
What’s nice about a city is that you’re “alone together” very easily. The moment you walk out of that event or meeting, you turn a corner, put on your headphones and you’re one your own.
I stop “feeling” other people’s “weight” on me incredibly faster in a city. When I need to go to a suburb or when I go out in the country, there can be a fucking hundred meters between me and the meeting or a fucking mile in the woods. It’s like people are still there. There’s still only a limited number of options to get out of that place and that weights in on me. It’s probably not cool, that’s just how it is.
In the city, everything is so connected and moves so fast, you can disappear much, much more easily when you need too. Plus there’s a bookstore or a wifi café withing walking distance of almost anywhere you can be.
And I like to walk a lot. I really do.
I’m rambling now.
Take care,

Grand Trunk and Shearer – Out July 22nd on Down and Out Books – Pre-order now

Ian Truman - Grand Trunk and Shearer - Web V2


At last, I can announce it.

My next novel will be out with up and coming indie publisher, Down and Out Books, on July 22nd, 2016.

It’s been a lot of hard work and patience, but I believe it paid off in the end. I would like to thank Eric Campbell from Down and Out Books and Benoit Lelievre from deadendfollies for making this happen. Additionnal thanks are due to mr. John McFetridge for the blurb.

You can PRE-ORDER the ebook here :




About the novel :


When Cillian Kennedy’s body was fished out of the canal, no one believed his death was due to natural causes.

But when the police wrote it off as an accidental death, four of his friends and family roamed the city in the search of any clue that may lead to the killer.

Answers were found down dead end roads, on the edge of the industrial harbour front, in an abandoned building now a crack den, through obscure networks of anti-racist skinheads, the racist Heritage Front, former gay bashers, the flailing Irish mob and the Mohawk MMA circuit.

Featuring some of Montreal’s most notorious neighbourhoods, and told in a uniquely gritty raconteur voice, GRAND TRUNK AND SHEARER offers more than the typical run-of-the-mill mystery novel. At a crossroads between noir, private eye and literary fiction, it is a book that will please those who have come to ask more of the genre with profound characterization, down to earth style, minimalist setting, believable violence and flawless dialogue.


“D’Arcy Kennedy’s search for his brother’s killer is a gut-wrenching trip into a world of people left behind by gentrification, forgotten by changing politics and trying to hang onto what little family they have left. It’s authentic, it’s raw, and it’s got heart. It’s a trip worth taking.” — John McFetridge, author of A Little More Free

Praise for Ian Truman …

The Factory Line captures an entertaining voice in a highly readable manner which relays the exploits of some blue collar factory workers over the course of a day.” — Brian Lindenmuth, Spinetingler Magazine

“Truman has an incredible ear for dialogue…There aren’t two pens like [his] in the writing business.” — Benoit Lelièvre, Dead End Follies

“Truman’s A Teenage Suicide follows a group of friends working through late adulthood issues of identity, depression, and lots of tough choices. Set in and around Montreal and in particular its punk, art, activist and student scenes, its down-to-earth raconteur style provides an enduring snapshot of young-adult life in the big city today.” — Expozine Awards




Over Half a Million Words and Counting – Resilience and the Creative Mind

I am about to announce my first “officially” published work, as I was lucky enough to team up with an up and coming indie of the publishing world, and I found myself thinking about the path that led me here.

Part of my intellectual process is to understand patterns very easily and part of my spiritual search is to understand the origin of such patterns (or paths) and their influence on the person I am today.

It is often said that any artist who’s “made it” had to fail time and time again in order to learn and grow. I can only say that the clichés are true as I was trying to figure out how many pages I had written and scrapped before getting to this point.

I did a pretty complete breakdown of everything I could think of between being a geek writing his own role-playing games when I was in fourth grade and looking into a chunk the huge market of mystery writing. (soon to be announced officially.)

I wrote

3 role-playing games – say 90 pages total

4 short stories in high school – say 20 pages total.

2 personal essays in junior college – 80 pages total.

5 “short” political dissertations – 200 pages total.

20 smaller college works – 8 to 12 pages – say 160 pages total.

(I’m not even gonna count all the weekly 2 to 7 pages assignments)

About 50 songs (music and/or lyrics) – 50 pages total

1 really bad script – 90 pages

1 really bad novel idea – 60 pages

2 full length plays – 120 pages total

1 short movie script – 6 pages

1 good full length movie script – 100 pages

3 novels : say 800 pages

1 self-made translation : 140 pages

2 poetry collections : 160 pages

4 years of curating texts for the MainLine Gala for Student Gala.

An unspecified amount of arts events and designs

Plus plans for a series of 5 graphic novels which I have yet to count…

2166 pages of “unsuccessful” or DIY writing to get here. At least 420 pages of which I literally scrapped. Most of it I used but have yet to pay out and some if it I actually look to make small amounts of money from.

I’m not even counting the letters, proposals and blog posts.

@250 words a page, that’s over half a million words I wrote before I got a book deal. (541 500 to be precise)

(With all the proposals, treatments, blog posts, letters, homework, submissions… I’m confident I’ve hit the million words by now… but let’s stick to manageable figures for now.)

So I guess the message is this, If you write every day, or even every week. If you started young because it felt natural to you, keep doing it. Half a million words and counting…that’s what it takes.

If that number scares you, you should probably do something else.

“Until you die or it dies in you” – Charles Bukowski.

Take care,





Trilateral Commissions – Works in Dichotomies


Been laying the ground for my next visual expo –  a re-working of MAR’s “After the Sun” visuals – a project that, sadly, could not work out as I expected… ( – See image above)

I’ll move on to a similar aesthetic but solely as printed artworkes of modified architectures combined with dichotomous concepts (and a hint of my usual satire)

I’ve come up with the list of 10 concepts I feel represent the reality/ills of modern society and will work on visuals accordingly within the aesthetic I went for with “After the Sun” but that (again) I can’t use as I expected…

What I’ve got so far :


Trilateral Commissions – Works in Dichotomies :


Collective Narcolepsy

Sleep Deprived Consensus

Dionysian Chastity

Subpar Nihilism

Algorithm’d Social Norms

Non-Mechanical Errors

Auto-Regulated Dissent

Platonic Mob Rule

Preventive Euthanasia

Corporate Responsibility

COMPS – This Saturday

COMPS – Art/Happening

This Saturday, March 26th @ Espace Cercle Carré

36 Rue Queen, MTL





Bookporn – I Realized my Top Shelf Is Actually Pretty Awesome


I was cleaning up around the corner and took a minute to take a look at the good old bookshelf as I was shoving the “Minions Operation” on top of the shelf. I realized my top shelf was pretty good and simply felt like sharing it with the internet. And quite frankly, with the loads of crap running around the web, I think we could all use a bit of smart reading for a change.


From left to right, front to back :

Eldridge Cleaver – Soul On Ice

Ray Bradbury – Farenheit 451

Sun Tzu – The Art of War

Collectif  – Le Refus Global

George Orwell – 1984

Faulkner – The Portable

Kevin Toolis – Rebel Hearts, Journeys in the IRA’s Soul

Thomas King – Medicine River

Joseph Heller – Catch 22

Henry Rollins – The Portable Henry Rollins

Charles Bukowski – Post Office

James Baldwin – Giovanni’s Room

Charles Yale Harrison – Generals Die in Bed

Charles Bukowski – Hot Water Music

Beth Lahickey – All ages – Reflections on Straight Edge

Chuck Palahniuk – Fight Club

Maya Angelou – Tant que je serai noire.

Haruki Murakami – 1Q84

Ernesto Che Guevara – La Guerre de Guérilla

Collective – We Owe You Nothing – The Punk Planet Collected Interviews

Henry Miller – The Tropic of Cancer

Faulkner – As I Lay Dying

Truman Capote – In Cold Blood

Truman Capote – Breakfast at Tiffanys


It’s also uncanny how much that photo is representative of my writing style and political views : lots of satire, plenty of punk/hardcore, a bit of literary and a bit of noir, enough minority rights to be aware of things going on in society, some military strategy and distopian novels, completed by a heavy dose of working class books.


Perhaps missing from this image but among my favorite works :

David Fennario – On The Job

David Fennario – Balconville

William S. Burroughs – Naked Lunch

Dennis Lehane – Mystic River



Crass – Poems of Ordinary Havoc

Crass Web Cover

Crass is the danger of stillness

Crass is the will to action

Crass are the pitfalls of hatred

And the narrow paths of love.

These poems of ordinary havok

Are a call to arms

Entrenched in dirty realism

Grounded by raconteurs

And a heartfelt dose of satire.


Now available on AMAZON KINDLE


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