Books &c

[desperance]

Picture the gangling, awkward author, lanky of limb and shaven of head, running down the street in his bathrobe & nothing, in pursuit of lean & agile cat-fiend...

Happily, Barry was good and let me catch him; and all of this happened under the eye of no one worse than the courier and a couple of stray pedestrians. Oddly no gangs of kids, creeping reluctantly to lessons and ever ready to mock...

The occasion of this bid-for-freedom was the arrival of a package from my soon-to-be-erstwhile publishers (whom we no longer name, for lack of love), with early copies of both the paperback of 'Bridge of Dreams' and the hardback of 'River of the World' (the cover of which turns out to be babyshit-caramel in colour; lord, but they do me well...). Should you feel you might ever want to own 'em, now would be a very good time to order these books via my website. I don't suppose they'll be around long.

God, but I'm gloomy this morning. Can you tell? Everything about me hurts except my head, which is the part of me that most deserves to (I was partying much of yesterday, at durham_rambler's 60th; I remember drinking a lot and not eating very much, and very likely saying that which I ought not to have said). I ache to my bones, and I can't think about working; and shortly I have to go to Sunderland to talk to the Senior Scribblers writers' group. Mock not. In a couple of years I'll qualify to join 'em.

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I was partying much of yesterday

[durham-rambler.livejournal.com]

Your presence graced the occasion. Everyone seems to have enjoyed themselves and enjoyed talking to you, though I am very much biased, the occasion seems to have been a success.