Fear of Flying
Ten minutes from landing at KLIA, I picked up the copy of New Straits Times that, distracted and nervous from the turbulence, I had set aside earlier. Just to flip through. My eyes settled on an article about the MPH Breakfast Club for Litbloggers series: and there was my name and the name of my novel-in-progress. It startled me, in a way that seeing my name in print never has before: that on that same plane with me were people who had possibly also read the same, and had no idea, no idea, that I was there with them.
I hope the photos I took were burned into that CD properly. If they are, I'll blog them soon.