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I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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Can't get over it

No one in New York can. And no one wants to go inside. It's so beautiful here -- warm, gloriously sunny all day, light until 7. Everyone is taking up every bench in every park, every seat in every outdoor cafe. I went up on the Highline after the gym, and there wasn't a bench to be had. So I sat on the walkway, leaning against a planter, drinking tea and reading a friend's manuscript. I wasn't the only one leaning, either. Up there, the new little cherry trees are already starting to bloom. The spring bulbs in the parks and the tree pits are making up for all the dark, rainy days: the snowdrops are almost done already, the crocuses are corkscrewing up all over, and the tulips and daffodils, after two days of sunshine, are six inches tall. This spring is going to trip over itself, it's in such a hurry.


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