I Am Dismayed To Realize

There's A Marvelous Sense Of Mastery That Comes With Writing A Sentence That Sounds Exactly As You Want It To. It's Like Trying To Write A Song, Making Tiny Tweaks, Reading It Out Loud, Shifting Things To Make It Sound A Certain Way... Sometimes It Feels Like Digging Out Of A Hole, But Sometimes It Feels Like Flying. When It's Working And The Rhythm's There, It Does Feel Like Magic To Me.

I Wonder What Book Signings Will Be Like When Most Of The Books We Read Are Electronic. Will Authors Sign Something Else? A Flyer, Perhaps? A Special Kind Of Card Devised For The Purpose?

Buying A Car Used To Be An Experience So Soul-scorching, So Confidence-splattering, So Existentially Rattling That An Entire Car Company Was Based On The Promise That You Wouldn't Have To Come In Contact With It.

Here's A Habit I Never Thought I'd Develop: I Gravitate To Anything Online That's Marked 'most Popular' Or 'most E-mailed.' And I Hate Myself A Little Bit Every Time I Do.

It Is Hard To Imagine Thomas Kinkade As Anything Less Than Supremely Self-assured.