a writer's day and night

It was a bright day when I started my meal in Delifrance right by the Central Library. I was there for a talk that was part of the Literature Festival. By the time I got to sit down here in this cafe, my legs were tired from reading and copying from the wealth of information I found on the displays in the exhibit. There were the chronologies of upper-level book shops in Hong Kong, of books by writers who wrote about the pre-and-post-colonial eras, of the development of local literary publications, of the movement toward cross-media publications, and more...



I finished my meal. Then I wrote and wrote and wrote because I had to meet a deadline. When I came out of the cafe, it was night. There was a slight breeze and kids were playing football under lights outside. I took a short walk before taking the subway home.



Tonight I finished writing a story set at the Royal Garden Hotel. Below is a photo I took from the 16th floor corridor of the hotel. What you see here is a floor-plan view of the restaurant-cafe. My friends and I plan to have tea here some time soon.