Well I think I’m as busy as I’ve ever been, possibly even as busy as when I was doing the Roaming Roman Book Tour all those years ago.
And what have I been doing?
Photobook work, mostly to do with the launch now and posting books (and it’s not just editors, type-setters and the like who I have a new found greater respect for, it’s everyone who’s involved in small presses and small publishers – hats off – it must be INCREDIBLY hard work).
And Katherine, the supercool photographer and collaborator is poorly – good vibes to her please folks. Desperately hoping she’ll be able to make the launch.
On top of that there’s my work I’ve tried to do (looking at my white board I’ve twelve stories that are waiting, eagerly, to be sent to places) and that’s not taking into account stuff I want/need to write – that’s had to be put off, sadly. But I NEED to get back to doing that soon. I need the money! And I miss it.
And I went to a reading yesterday morning at the local Drop-In Centre. Which was fun. My stories were really well received, which was great and I got to listen to some really great poems too. And, possibly best of all, I was able to see the lovely Joy Winkler sing – she was great – what a performance! (Btw, Joy’ll be there on Sunday, maybe we should convince her to do a rendition…)
And on top of all of the above there have been a handful of really crappy situations. I’m not going to go into them here, but they’ve got me down and, mostly, could have been avoided.
I’m just tired now. And looking forward to Sunday’s launch, and to a bit of a rest and then getting back into things – especially another really cool top secret project.
And thus ends my rather garbled post. There should be something more cohesive soon. Unless I melt.