Give massive amounts of thanks to my dear friend and patron saint of tropical getaways, Alec (who is also one of the kindest and most generous people I know);
Apologize to everyone who felt totally spammed out this past weekend by all my silly Instagram posts (and promise that I probably won’t ever do it again, because damn that shit gets exhausting after a while (though I’m glad I did it));
Welcome my new followers (which is something I never expected to say on this blog, but there you go);
Mention, however briefly, how sorely needed - and deeply satidactying - my weekend in Key Largo was (if it wasn’t already clear).
“You know, I think about the purposes of fiction sometimes, and how what we rememer becomes part of our lives….If we are the sum of our experiences, as I believe we are, then books are a more important part of my life than my actual life.”—George R. R. Martin, in this month’s Rolling Stone