me in the piazza

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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So the good news and the bad news is, I'm still jetlagged as all hell. Bad news, because I'm also sick with a cold and thus waaaay spacey, unable to function at my usual iron pace. Good news, because it's actually kind of fun, this spaceyness (though I could do without the cold, but since I didn't get a cold in Mongolia, I'm not really complaining). I've learned not to schedule anything much for the week or so after I come back from a big trip -- this one could have used a month or so, but who has that? Anyway, because I'm so zonked I've been going to bed really early (forcing myself to stay awake until nine is about all I can do) and getting up really early and the further good news is that therefore I've seen some spectacular sunrises right from my usual bench. The fact that I'm even sitting on that bench still faintly surprises me, after all that time away. One of the best things about traveling -- what a cliche, but it's true -- is the new thrill you get out of what's familiar at home. This morning the sun picked out windows across the river one by one, the morning equivalent to watching the lights go on in the evening.


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