After I completed my first novel, I had dreams of a beautiful black book, its ivory pages sewn into the binding, the title embossed in gold leaf, a single red ribbon denoting the place where a reader might pause in their reading, adrift in another world.
There is perhaps no role I identify with more, than the flâneur. Only the French could come up with such a word—it means “the stroller” or “the saunter…
Elle Griffin
I read this article this week about late-stage pandemic burn-out and the long-term effects of staring at a computer screen for far too long. Which, bas…
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I recently had a dream. I was living on some island at the far edge of the world, where the sky chased itself through a mirage of pink clouds, and the …
Elle Griffin
At one point this week, Brandon Fugal handed me a first-edition copy of A Christmas Carol—one of my favorite books. I leafed through the pages of that …
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It can be hard to meet newsletters you like, that’s why I want to introduce you to Timi Siytangco, author of Foolish Careers—a newsletter about people …
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As you well know by now, after I finished writing my first novel, I spent an inordinate amount of time researching this article on the best way to publ…
Elle Griffin
I recently read this article in Kinfolk about near-death experiences and how, though most people experience the same, unifying out-of-body drift toward…
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