I have started the process of sending you those words from Belfast airport, on my way to Derry— the place people refer to as my hometown— for my first public event there since I became a published writer. I’ve been in Edinburgh for a few days— one of the places I sometimes refer to as my hometown. I was there for the Edinburgh International Book Festival. There is a wee bit too much to try to process with my time there, and I’ll just say that I have left with the renewed sense of what giving means, and I will explore this a little (or a lot), in time.
I had to travel through the night to get to Edinburgh; leaving home at 11 pm, not arriving in the city until after eight am the next morning. I’ve had to do this quite a few times this year and it never fails to throw me out of the normal loop of time; into what I can only refer to as untime. I’ve been drawn, this year, to
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