Fragments from Florida

Waking up early, a few hours after I usually go to bed, gives me an odd moment of deja vu — I’m awake, it’s dark and quiet, I should be writing. But I can’t, because I’m meant to be getting on an airplane. That doesn’t stop my mind from working […]

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It isn’t too far into the evening that I realize why Neil Gaiman always writes about food and sleep on his blog. Apparently there’s neither in the publishing world. An open bar, however, makes up for a lot. Despite the lack of anything remotely resembling food, I spent a perfectly […]