There’s time.

Five in the morning, again. There was a period of oh, at least five years, when every New Year’s Day found me at five in the morning sitting at a certain table in the corner of a certain bar in Tel Aviv. Two of those years I’d spent New Year’s Eve...

Blogging therapy: I just don’t have the time!

Incredibly, this is number eight in what has turned out to be a weirdly popular weekly series on how to take some of the scary out of blogging. (If you don’t blog and don’t plan to, you can totally apply this stuff to anything else that scares you, yes?)...
The Fluent Self