I pull out a worn paperback. It’s got a green cover. I show it to you. “So this is my third novel,” I say. “Well … fourth. The second one wasn’t related to the Secret of Secrets and only lives on as an Easter egg. I didn’t finish it, anyway. Or, you know, haven’t yet.”
The writing is in your DNA, I get that. Nina Dee made me think of Kiki Dee, but I'm probably the only person you know who would make that association.
The blacked out portion is a long and very personal conversation with Karin about grief. Though we have never met physically (at least in this incarnation) it is a bond I feel with you, and treasure.
Permanoon, cell stories, and cigarettes, love it. So meta in the original meaning of the word.
The writing is in your DNA, I get that. Nina Dee made me think of Kiki Dee, but I'm probably the only person you know who would make that association.
The blacked out portion is a long and very personal conversation with Karin about grief. Though we have never met physically (at least in this incarnation) it is a bond I feel with you, and treasure.