The Smallest Literary Anecdote in the World

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My apologies for not managing to blog yesterday.  I spent most of the day in transit and the rest inert. I did have one very small literary moment, however, and I might as well share it with you.

As I was waiting for the plane to take off from the Denver airport, the steward came by to check that everybody was belted in, and noticed that I had brought a copy of Neil Gaiman's The Ocean at the End of the Lane to read during the flight.

"Have you read it yet?" he asked.  "That's a wonderful book.  I couldn't stop reading it."

I don't envy Neil for his movies or his advances, or any of the other accouterments of success.  But for just the one moment, I did, amiably, envy him that unsolicited response.


And as always . . .

I have been traveling, but now I'm home again.  Now I have time to relax.  Time to recover.  Time to do the laundry.  Time to write.

And, of course, time to start packing for the next trip.


Oh, and . . .

Please don't anyone post any compliments below.  It would make me look needy.

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