The Parijat blooms after dark, and by morning it has fallen.
I write in those stolen hours.
I am finishing a book about the essence of writing craft.
It is almost ready. I think. I have been saying this for a while.
But before that, I want to send you five letters, about what I have learned, and how the words bloom in the dark.
If you wish to receive them, allow me your address.
I will write to you before the flowers fall.
Your email stays with me. I don't share, sell, or do any of the things that make the internet exhausting.