Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Final Boarding Call

I will be on and off planes for the next few days - but I will be back next week. Thanks you for reading and I'll see you on the other side of this. 

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The Time At Which None Of It Will Matter

One day when I'm finished, I will look at you and say, "Here are all the things you said I couldn't do."

Monday, October 27, 2014

The Smugness Of A Punchline

Maybe the world knows a joke that you don't. Or maybe the world's just pretending to know it, just like everyone else.

Friday, October 24, 2014

The Thing That'll Kill You Is Being Afraid

Never leaving your house, will kill you. Staying where you are and being afraid, will kill you. Pecking at the new notifications icon on your social media platforms of choice, cycling through them like a series of surreal fridge doors that might contain something better since you last looked, this is what will kill you second by second until you realise you have none left. You are far more likely to die from fear and apathy, from not having lived and fulfilled the multitude of promises that you make yourself each night before you fall asleep, than anything else.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

The Noise And The Colour

When you make eye contact, break it immediately. Check the time repeatedly. Because it's easiest to be alone in a crowd. And I am more alone in a crowd, than I ever am on my own. 

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

The World Of Your Own

How sad it is to be somewhere else, when you're here.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

The Map Of Imperfections

I am a record of things I was born with.

These scars are my documentation of the mistakes I've made in trying to overcome them.

I am both the things I've done to myself and the things done to me.

Along these nerve endings, you will find a history of me.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

The Shapes I Hold Sometimes Fit

I made me. You'll find no borrowed bricks in me. And even if the world knocks parts of me over, it's me who decides how I'm put back together. I made me. Every single day, I make me.

Thank You.

Thank you to every single person I've met on my very brief stops in North America.

Thank you for making this real.

I will never be able to describe the infinite joy of seeing somebody from the other side of a screen, on the other side of a table, shaking my hand, asking for a hug, or a picture.

I am forever humbled by the kindness and generosity of spirit that inhabits so many of the people who read the things I write under the pictures Jon takes.

Thank you to the book stores, particularly Barnes & Noble, for allowing us the space and time to connect with each other.

Thank you to my publisher, Michelle, who, with very little prior experience, arranged all of this and made it happen.

Thank you for the things you've said, for listening to me read, for the questions you asked.

I am completely and utterly aware of the fact that very few people in the world are lucky enough to do what they enjoy for a living. I will not squander the opportunities you, my readers, have given me.

I am, forever, in your debt.  

With every fibre of my being,

Thank you.