osh bazaar
Ten minutes from the flat and the reason the fridge stays honest: the apricot seller who knows my face but not my name, bags that bend a Saturday, last edits scribbled between errands. When the city went quiet in 2020, this was my last stop. When a book gets finished, the drafts have usually been here too.
10 entries, newest first.
2026
Osh bazaar drafts
· Last edits in a notebook between errands at Osh bazaar: proof that finishing a book and ordinary life share the same afternoon.
The Pitch That Got a No
· On a side project politely declined, the usefulness of a clean refusal, and why I am not staging a grievance from Bishkek.
The Niva, the Market, and the Wallet That Stayed Home
· A red Lada refuses to start, the Osh bazaar waits for no one, and the cash is still on the kitchen table. Dry comedy from a Friday that stacked its luck poorly.
Desk, cezve, radio
· What a working day actually looks like in Bishkek: coffee in the cezve, a desk by the window, handwriting first, and the shortwave after dark.
2025
Holding the First Copy
· The first printed copy of my debut novel arrived this morning in Bishkek. I sat with the cezve and tried to believe the years had led here.
Almost nothing to report
· A quiet stretch of thin royalties and thinner pages six weeks before the first book exists, and the discipline of not performing panic for an audience.
Still here, still writing
· High summer in Bishkek: heat, market fruit, the cezve, and the faint circling of something not yet named.
