Writing

These days, or parts of these days, I am writing a novel that, for now, I’ll just call “The Post Office Book”.

I write a lot of letters and postcards and very much think that counts.

Other hours of the day or month, I’m scribbling stories, or sentences and fragments that may miraculously tie themselves to one another and become a sort of story.

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