I like being drunk. On booze, on fiction, on writing, on love, on beautiful sentences. Maybe that’s why I’m so discontent on a daily basis; my day job can be quite sobering most of the time.
I t’s been a hectic week–trying to change your life will do that–so no time to write a proper post, but here is a lovely image of the Dead Sea, taken from the shores in Israel. I highly recommend going there someday. Photo taken by me, January 2006
New Year’s Day, 2011: I am tired, obviously hungover, stumbling home in last night’s clothes, feeling like the unhappiest person in the entire world.
I wish I was here today instead of at work. That is all.
I’m currently revising the first book I ever wrote. After many years of debate, I’ve decided to definitively kill my darling of a prologue and start right away with the main story. I wrote before about the importance of the first 250 words of your manuscript and I’ll probably write about it again because it was […]
This week was interminable. But now it’s Friday! Here are some things that made my week:
In honor of the fact that I’ve just started reading this book (and so far, it’s amazing), today I’m going to talk about one of my favorite little places on earth: Saint-Malo.
I’ve been reading up a storm lately, barely pausing to update my Goodreads, much less write a review. But I recently read a trilogy of books that merits one. The Chaos Walking Trilogy by Patrick Ness merits a lot more than that. “Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.”
Over brunch on Sunday, we learned that a friend of ours was considering vacation in Portugal. To which I responded immediately: go!
After a good week last week, I’m back to feeling restless. It’s my job, it’s the city, it’s the winter that still hasn’t completely gone away, it’s my miniature apartment. I’m dreaming of wide open fields and blue skies and houses with actual kitchens. I go around in circles: leave the city–but it’s not necessarily cheaper, and I […]
