The Spring Day Ends.
I’m sad the day is over. I spent it tripping on sunshine, duaas, and the feel of two beautiful spring titles, fresh off the press.
A must-read on the need for publishers to care more about consumers:
http://ping.fm/4d0tQ
Subjecting myself to writing something doesn’t have to mean subjecting the world to reading it.
Yet here I am.
My Name Is Red, Orhan Pamuk (F, 20s, black hair, scrunch black booties w black tights, trench, G train) http://bit.ly/dM3DtS
