Pink is faded red.

I don’t have time to blog because I spend too much time reading other people’s blogs.

Critical and unsound embolic things can happen when you sit glued to a computer hours on end and days on end without moving. (as in you don’t cross your legs — or cross and uncross them constantly.) If you don’t have a conception of time — most writers don’t while they’re writing — set a kitchen timer on the hour; then get up and walk around like they tell you to do on airplanes when you travel long distances. Having just experienced a pulmonary embolism, I’m here to tell you: they are not kidding. I was lucky.

So far.

This time.

Summer will be over in eight days. Fall 2012, My Unlikely Witness.

Although I read voraciously, I don’t find many quotables in current fiction. This is an exception:

From Sister, Rosamund Lupton’s debut novel:
“Can you be eco about friendships? They are too valuable to be junked when they stop being immediately convenient.”