I’m writing this while on a flight. I’ve got a small tray table in front of me, the kind meant for meals. There is a cup of coffee that I’ve been sipping slowly, turning it into three cups over time. My small notebook and pen are my companions. The plane’s window next to me is tiny, about the same size as the table. I am in the cloud.

It’s been a good time for writing. I found myself thinking about Hemingway. If it was him, he would have finished a short story by now and sent it off to the Paris Review as soon as he landed, with the payment already in his pocket

Anyway, for me, it was a good writing piece. I have here my journey, and I prefer to think about this sentence by Raymond Carver: “A great danger, or at least a great temptation, for many writers is to become too autobiographical in their approach to their fiction. A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.”

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