When she @-ed me, naturally my phone buzzed. At that moment, evidently she was on her way to Poland for a semester break and I happened to be standing in that Bristol kitchen shop.
“So, friends, what are we going to do today?”: that was my late uncle’s challenge to himself as he started writing each day.
Certainly more people now than ever are able to write and reach an audience; and overall that is a good thing. But “everyone writes books these days?”
Bulwer-Lytton lived just up the road from where I’m typing this – at Knebworth House, here in Hertfordshire, England.
And now, sitting here comfortably in 2018, you want again to try to recreate that world long past? Are you insane?
The poster you follow and admire today may not even be there tomorrow; he or she could just delete everything and disappear.
Back here now in England, and battling jet lag after returning from New York on New Year’s Day, to begin 2018 I thought I would (re)introduce myself…
I observed the new year’s arrival as many did down on, uh, solid ground…
Happy New Year, wherever you are in the world.
I used to send out dozens of cards, but that was now years ago…