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Patent office · WryPrior Art, chapter one. I examine inventions for a living, and the rule of my trade is that nothing is ever entirely new. Somebody in 1974 had your idea first, usually in Ohio, usually with a better diagram. I carried that rule home with me like a briefcase.At twenty-six I fell for a man who gave me a typewriter, and I said, with great calm, that I had seen the gesture before. He said, I know, and typed my name anyway. (I have the page. I have never admitted it is the best thing in this book.)So read what follows with suspicion, which is how I read everything. And if some sentence strikes you as new, write and tell me. I will go and look for who said it first, and I would love, just once, to come back empty-handed.Pooja Chandran Write back Gobi camp · SlowSurvey notes, day nine. Overcast. Wind from the north at about twenty kilometres an hour. The ground here is older than any word for it, and I have been paid to describe it for eleven years in language that would bore a pebble.In the evening I boil tea twice, because the first time I forget I am waiting. Then I take out the other notebook, the one with no measurements in it, and I write one line. Usually it is the same line. It says that I am less alone than I tell people.That is the break in the cloud this book is named for. You will have to wade through a lot of grey to reach it. I am sorry, and I am not sorry. Weather is like that, and so am I.Altantsetseg Bold Write back Hotel lobby · DryLost property, entry one. A black umbrella, a paperback with the last page torn out, and a note on hotel stationery that said, in a hurry, tell her I was not at the bar. I have run this desk for nineteen years and nobody ever claims the note.People think a night manager sees the worst of them. She sees the most honest of them, which is another thing. At two in the morning the guests stop performing, and I stand behind the brass desk with my hands folded and receive them.I do not write down what they say. I write down what they leave. Come and sit in the lobby. Everything in this book was forgotten by someone, and some of it, I suspect, was forgotten on purpose.Napat Chaiyo Write back Sound studio · BrightChapter one begins with a noise: a zip, somewhere between a coat and a tent, loud in an empty room. I will give you three guesses, and the first is not allowed to be a coat. You think I am joking. I am not. This is how I read the world.I edit sound for films, which means I decide what silence is made of. A kitchen at night is never quiet. A person who has just said something true leaves a particular gap in the air, a bit like a fridge easing off, and I have been chasing it for years.The rest of the book is the noises I could not stop thinking about. Write and tell me what you heard. If you get the zip, I will tell you whose it was. If you do not, I will tell you anyway.Yuna Seong Write back Study in Tainan · FormalClause one. The undersigned, being a translator of legal texts of fifty-two years' standing in the lane, hereby declares that she has been the instrument of other people's confessions, and has never once been asked for her own.Clause two. This memoir is drafted in good faith, with the usual reservations. Names have been altered, a few dates are generous, and the narrator reserves the right to be amused. It is given without prejudice to the reader's affection, and with some hope of it.Clause three is short. If you find yourself smiling at a defined term, please write to the author. She has been translating the tenderness out of contracts for three decades, and would like to know where it went.Shu-Fen Kao Write back Balcony in Nagpur · TeasingI am a junior copy editor, which means I am the last person to read a book before the world does and the first to be blamed for a comma. I have corrected the novels of people who will be famous, and been thanked by exactly none of them. This is fine. (It is a little fine.)So when I say this is the only thing I have written that I have not edited, understand what a risk I am taking. There is a deliberate mistake on this page. If you find it, you are my kind of reader; if you do not, I am, regrettably, yours.Write back and tell me where it hides. Use proper punctuation, because I will notice. Or use none, because I will notice that too, and I will like you for it, and then I will fix it.Anjali Deshmukh Write back Ferry wheelhouse · CandidTide table for the strait, Tuesday. High water at 06:12, low at 12:40, and the wind from the west, which makes the crossing sound like a long sentence. I have made it, by my own count, more than ten thousand times. I still check the sea before I check my phone.I was told this book should be about me. It is about water. It is about the man who proposed on my deck over the engine noise, the gull I named Harbour, and the night I nearly turned the boat around and did not. Nothing in it is about me. Everything is.Come up to the wheelhouse. Mind the step, and mind the tea, which is sweet. I will tell you about the strait. If you ask me the second question, I might tell you the rest.Siti Hartini Write back Kitchen table in Almaty · DryEntry one, Ledger of Omissions. In my profession, a lie is rarely a wrong number. It is a number in the wrong place: a rounding that happens always in one direction, a cost that appears on a Tuesday and vanishes by Friday. You learn to read what is not there.I have done this for fourteen years, and I have learned that people are exactly the same. Everyone's story has a missing line item. Mine is on page nine. I will not tell you which line. I will tell you that I audited it twice and it still does not balance.If you have read this far, you are either patient or suspicious. Both are welcome. Write to me and say which. I will check your answer against everything else you tell me, and I am hoping, absurdly, that it holds.Khadija Ibragimova Write back Glaze studio · SlowThe firing takes eleven hours and I stay for all of them. This is the first thing people misunderstand about my work. They imagine making, and the truth is waiting: you place the piece in the dark, you close the door, and you hold your breath in a hot room until morning.Everything in this book is that. A recipe for a blue I have not matched in six years. A tile that cracked in a way I could not have designed. A marriage that was under-fired, I think, and came out brittle. I do not rush these pages, and I would ask you not to.Write back when you are ready, and I will answer when I am. That is not coldness. That is the kiln. The best things come out changed, and I would rather give you that than something quick.Mayumi Tsuda Write back Veranda in Chennai · WryI have been called formidable, difficult, charming, and, once, by a head of state, a good sport. I have been called a great many things in six languages. In this book, for the record, I should like to be called an author, and I will accept nothing less.Thirty years in embassies taught me that the real negotiation happens at the buffet, in the two minutes before the speeches. This memoir is about those two minutes: what was said over the little sandwiches, and who was astonished, and who, God help them, was sincere.I retired last spring and discovered that nobody lowers their voice for me any more. It is delicious. Pull up a cane chair, write back, and tell me what you would have said at the buffet. I promise nothing, darling, except attention.Vasanthi Venkataraman Write back Pier at sunset · BrightI am writing this on a pier with a pencil, because ink runs and the sea is very close. Forty minutes ago I was at twelve metres watching an octopus carry a coconut shell like a handbag. I have to tell somebody, and the notebook is the only one not on a boat.My job is counting coral and writing down who lives in it. My real job, I suspect, is noticing, and the memoir is what I noticed: a reef that breathes at night, a colleague who sings to the cuttlefish, a morning I was happier than I understood.Sorry, I wandered. I do that. Write back and tell me what you noticed today, however small. I will follow your tangent wherever it goes. I have followed fish for less, and the fish never wrote back.Rina Kusumawati Write back Rehearsal hall · SlowLargo. The first movement of this book should be read slowly, in a cold room, with the light going. I am a cellist in a regional orchestra and I have spent twenty years in rooms where the heating failed before the audience arrived. We played anyway.I learned that a rest is not an absence. It is a held breath that the whole hall shares. This memoir is full of rests. I have not filled them, because the rests are where the music is, and where you will find me if you look.Allegro comes later, I promise, and it surprises even me. For now, read slowly, then write. I tune the cello before I answer the door, and I will do the same before I answer you. Be patient. It will be in tune.Bayarmaa Dorj Write back Studio in Da Nang · QuietImagine a long narrow room with a table down the middle. There are two windows on the left, one that opens inward, and the sea behind them. The floor is cool stone. You are standing in the doorway and have not decided to come in.I draw houses for a living and I write the way I draw: room by room, leaving the door open, trusting that you will walk through. This book has forty rooms. Some of them have furniture. Some have only a light, and a place where someone could sit.I put the second chair in the first room on purpose. Write back when you are ready to take it. I will add a window if you ask. I am shy, but I am a good host, and the tea is already on the table.Thanh Huong Le Write back Study in Lahore · WryLeading Questions, opening statement. Members of the jury, I am about to ask you to believe a woman who has made a career of asking others to doubt. I grant the irony. I will also ask you to notice that I am the only witness in this book who has never been cross-examined.I have defended eleven hundred people, and I remember every closing argument I gave. I rehearse them in the car, aloud, to the mirror. I have wept at my own best lines in traffic. The mirror, I should say, has never once objected.So. I invite you to question me. Be fair, be sharp, and be prepared for footnotes. I will answer everything you ask, and I will tell you what I left out. That is the only oath I have ever sworn that I enjoyed.Parveen Akhtar Write back Bookbinder's workshop · WarmThis is the only book I have ever bound for myself, so I have rewritten its first page forty times. My hands know exactly how to hold a broken spine together; they do not know how to hold a beginning. The paper in my head keeps changing.I am the newest apprentice at a bookbinder's workshop in Medan, and I am allowed to touch the good paper on Fridays. I smell it first. Cotton, linen, a bit of old glue. Some days I think the smell is what I am trying to write, and a page cannot hold it.I sewed a small blank book last month for the day someone writes back. It is on my shelf, waiting. Please write back, and I will put your letter in it, and then it will not be blank, and I will not be afraid of the beginning any more.Mei Ling Sutanto Write back Balcony at dawn · WarmTake a breath. Good. That is how every appointment of mine begins, in a dark room in Gwangju, with a probe, a screen, and a stranger holding still. For twenty years I have watched hearts appear on the monitor, and no two are the same.People talk in that room. They think the machine is the only one listening, and they say things they have not told their husbands. I do not write down what they say. I write down how the heart sounded when they said it, which is the truer record.This is a book about listening. It starts quietly and it will not hurry you. Write back when you have a moment, and I will notice the pause before you press send. I always do. I think yours will be a steady one.Ji-Hye Oh Write back