My students are absolutely crazy for Labubu dolls right now. The girls are collecting them, and they want their sticker charts to have pictures of Labubu on them too. It’s just the latest fad but I don’t really like the little characters with their sharp teeth and unfriendly expressions. They look like they are about to bite and eat your arm or something. They seem a bit rabid to me. I’m sure millions are being sold though.
As for me I’d be happy if I, someday, sold ten books. I had a dream, that turned into a reasonably coherent idea, this morning. My characters are George and Agatha. Old names but young people. They are not alive but, it’s strange, they feel as though they might be. Their lives are real to me. They lived a very important part of their lives inside my head today. They may die there and never make it to the pages of a novel but they existed. I wonder if all writers feel that way about their creations.
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