I've neglected you, but neglect has looked like a lot of hours spent travelling here and there, and likely more hours than that spent wondering about the aforementioned hours, and the week has not been made of the usual week-things.
If this is the first newsletter you've received, and you find yourself thinking vaguely (or specifically) about the other eighty-eight of them, here is an archive of sorts. (I'm not often one for looking backwards, but it can be a good exercise in self-awareness; the noticing of one's ability to wade in one direction or two directions or actually no direction at all is quite interesting, even reassuring.)
WORK-RELATED NEWS:
This Monday I was told about a starred review of my upcoming book in Publishers Weekly, and this made for a sort-of-speechlessness that continued across several days.
A QUOTE:
Because this week I have been thinking, a lot, about how inexplicably strange (and ludicrous) we are—how remarkable it is that in general we appear to know an awful, shouting lot about absolutely everything except ourselves.
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
The work of Charlotte Ager (again, because I'd already fallen in love once).
The end.
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