It has been a while, I know. I've been away from home in some ways and never-been-more-home in others, escaped to trees and water for a couple of too-small weeks, covered in a renewed kind of disturbed awe at the fact that we can, to a certain extent, put our bodies anywhere on this tiny planet, and decide to grow them there.
WORK-RELATED NEWS:
At some point between the smoke-filled north of California and equally smoke-filled central Oregon, I went through the PDF of first pass pages for the upcoming Universe book, and have since gone through and responded to proofreader's notes and queries from those pages too (this looks something like below, which is from the beginning of a chapter on atoms).
There will then be second pass pages at the end of August, where we catch any final glaring errors (I cannot imagine there will be any of these, but that doesn't mean I won't lose sleep over the thought of somehow missing hem) and by that time I will have probably concocted some endpaper options, and finished the design for the back of the cover. Right now, sitting here in Seattle, tipped one hour into the afternoon, April 2019 (the publication date for this book) doesn't sound so far away.
FROM ANOTHER BOOK:
Because the sentence below was returned to me—handed across by a kind person, through another kind person—and now I am impatient to read this all over again. I read Pond by Claire-Louise Bennett at least a couple of years ago, and remember buying the blank-blue-cover edition near Trafalgar Square in London, thinking in that moment that I might have never liked the colour blue quite as much as I liked it then.
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
Photographs of Picasso being excellent. (If you particularly like the 'This week I fell in love with section' then this is more or less an ongoing collection of love-falling-into).
There are days, I think, days when it seems that you couldn't possibly feel any more than you already do, that you might just spill over with feeling, couldn't contain even one more feather-weighted love of anything (it is worth waiting for those).
The end.
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