tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36612426.post6126435186063421352..comments2023-10-22T23:55:50.780+13:00Comments on My year of getting published: Bookstores in New York City...Liz Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12299956618201427221noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36612426.post-8915624717589493222007-07-18T16:44:00.000+12:002007-07-18T16:44:00.000+12:00hi yvonne, me too. i love exploring new bookstores...hi yvonne, me too. i love exploring new bookstores.Liz Lewishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12299956618201427221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36612426.post-80605558689513927202007-07-16T23:08:00.000+12:002007-07-16T23:08:00.000+12:00This sounds wonderful Liz. I've especially wanted ...This sounds wonderful Liz. I've especially wanted to go to the Strand Bookstore. <BR/><BR/>I look forward to hearing all your reports (and recommendations).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36612426.post-48576432027696030012007-07-16T19:50:00.000+12:002007-07-16T19:50:00.000+12:00To write is to travel; there is no arrival - only ...To write is to travel; there is no arrival - only a sense of energy in transit. Any textual artefact produced is a matrix illusion. We think our writing anchors reality to an agreed catalogue of ephemera; it doesn't. What it anchors is something less than the mist of yesterday's passing fancy. And there is no substrate for attachment. The journey is our home. Seek nothing more permanent.Alcuin Bramertonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14917474523744351041noreply@blogger.com