Warren wrote a very good thing about writing the other day. About just writing. This is me doing that. This is me just typing words in the little white box and clicking publish. Winding up again.
Book six on my Kindle was Zero History by William Gibson. I didn't highlight a lot, maybe it was because of the Invisible Book Club, it didn't need to be on the Kindle because it was in the air. That was a good couple of weeks. It's funny, I remember that book like a gig. It was all around.
I would highlight this, wouldn't I?:
“I adore the full English,” he said. “The offal. Blood pudding. The beans. The bacon."
A different kind of middle distance is nice:
"He was elsewhere, the way people were before their screens, his expression that of someone piloting something, looking into a middle distance that had nothing to do with geography."
Luck, superstition, juju:
"The men who guard the Queen, he’d once told her, were not allowed to wear shoes with rubber soles, or watches with black faces. Why? she’d asked. Juju, he’d said."