Welcome to the official website of the author David Donaldson.

David is the author of the psychological thriller We Follow the Dying Light, released November 2017.

Formally educated in economics, finance and business management, David also has significant experience writing non-fiction. For several years he authored the website the Dismal Scientist. In addition to writing, David has self-published two board games and continues to lend his creativity to his personal and professional life. Originally from the Canadian East Coast he now lives with his family in Toronto.




Been on a hiatus from Twitter as I focus on editing my next book.

But I need your advice #WritingCommunity, what cover prototype do you like best?

My first book is in the top left corner.

A voting pool is in the next tweet https://t.co/ty52v6W1Cf
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Book signing this weekend at BookMarkIt! @it_bookmark


If you're in the Toronto area, come for a visit. I will be selling copies of my novel We Follow the Dying Light, with $5 of every sale going to @JDRF_Canada

#T1D #TypeNone

If you've read a book and like it, drop by Amazon or Goodreads or Library thing or anywhere that accepts reviews & rate it. If you have a spare couple of minutes, write a line or two reviewing it. The author will definitely appreciate it. (If you don't like the book, never mind!)

Hey #WritingCommunity and the #indieauthors out there. What are your thoughts on revisiting a book you've already published and making a significant edit? Is this off limits or are there times when it makes sense and can materially improve the book? Is there a time limit?
David Donaldson - Author
David Donaldson - Author
Deadline. What an ominous word. No wonder people hate them.

I am not one of those people.

There is nothing like a looming deadline to galvanize oneself into action. Flying by the seat of your pants, hurtling towards near disaster, I mean is there really any better way to see past all the garbage that doesn’t contribute to reaching your goal, all the complexity you’ve created for yourself that simply doesn’t need to exist? When you have lots of time, it’s easy to let your mind drift to all the different ways something can be done, all the little considerations you should factor…all the entirely unrelated internet you do instead.
David Donaldson - Author
David Donaldson - Author
A dynamic in my professional life I’ve noticed as my career progresses and responsibilities expand is the marginalization of kindness. It’s not that I believe as someone rises through the ranks that they become a more aggressive person, but that the qualities necessary to do so reward assertiveness. As a person becomes busier in their job, time becomes scarce. Kindness costs time, assertion gets results. My worry is the race to the bottom this can create, where we show respect to assertive, aggressive, loud types, and disrespect to those who treat us kindly.

Read more at daviddonaldson.ca
David Donaldson - Author
David Donaldson - Author
Sometimes you lose your way, sometimes you power through, and sometimes you just need a few positive words to set you back on your path.
David Donaldson - Author
David Donaldson - Author
Wearing my author and economist hat in this one.

The industries likely to lose the most jobs from measures taken to combat climate change are also the industries with a disproportionately high level of male employment.

According to a study of 5,000 men conducted by the University College of London, the greatest predictor, by a wide margin, of male happiness is job satisfaction, and more specifically whether they feel they are making a difference to their company’s success.

Rock, meet hard place.

Read more at my blog.
David Donaldson - Author
David Donaldson - Author
I love this line. It’s one of my favorite responses when people complain about how poorly a situation is going and what they’re doing, or not doing, to fix the problem.

Instead of beating your head against a wall, let me ask, "how's that working for ya?"
David Donaldson - Author
David Donaldson - Author
Once you stare down truth, what is left to fear?