It was the thought I had while reading this essay, “How Much My Novel Cost Me” by Emily Gould. (Medium)
You can preorder her new novel Friendship and if you do, she promises Stevie Nicks will greet you in heaven and teach you to twirl. I’m looking forward to it.
I’ve just finished Tracey Thorn‘s wonderful Bedsit Disco Queenso standby for Traceymania!
Here’s Everything But The Girl’s hit “Missing” that points to the kind of subtle, melancholic stalking that took place pre-Facebook.
It’s not the glow you feel, when snow appears
It’s not the Christmas card, you’ve sent for years
Not the joyful sound, when sleigh bells ring (ring ring ring)
Or the merry songs, children sing
Yeah the little gift you send, on Christmas day
Will not bring back the friend, you turned away
So may I suggest, the secret of Christmas (the secret of Christmas)
It’s not the things you do, at Christmas time
But the Christmas things you do all year through