I'm the editorial director for a large videogame company. When not at work, I compose quirky pop songs for my wife's entertainment, and, on occasion, write books for young adults.
Choosing my favorite bookstore is like choosing my favorite iguana. Like many in the Red Room, I’ve spent many hours (and many dollars) at places like A Clean Well-lighted Place, City Lights, Green Apple, Moe’s, and Cody’s. And I once spent a summer in Paris at Shakespeare & Company thumbing through used books and listening to the rants and ramblings of the ancient owner. ...
[This journal is pieced together from email written during a recent short trip to London.] SFO. Made it to the gate without any trouble whatsoever. The plane is even supposed to leave ten minutes early. We shall see about that. Oops. I spilled my coffee all over the floor right next to my backpack. Shihzit. I don’t think anyone saw me ... so I’ll just walk away from the mess. ...
I don’t have much time. I’m scrambling here at the office to finish up a couple of projects (or at least find a safe place to hide them for a few days). Tomorrow I leave for Cooperstown and the baseball Hall of Fame (aka the HOF). Before driving to Cooperstown, I’m hanging out for a couple days in New York City, where I’ll be sure to marvel at the immensity of it all and kill a few ...
