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desperanceMmm, 24th St. Butchers and groceries and bookshops and coffeeshops and taquerias, hipsters and Hispanics all shuffled in together; and then Valencia, which - let's be honest - is pretty much hipster all the way, organic froyo and single-gear cycleshops. And now I'm in Borderlands, which is more or less home to me; I have my table in the window, and I'm set for the afternoon.
If I had my druthers, I would so live in the Mission.
Tragically, I am in fact drutherless in this regard, for want of a million dollars or so. Hey-ho. But I'm here now, which is niceness enough; and I'm meeting m'wife later and we're going for dinner with friends; and meantime I am not short of work to do, nor of the impetus to do it.
I have decided to declare this PeBoFiPe, or Pebofipe for easier typing: which as any fule will recognise must stand for Personal Book(s) Finishing Period. Far be it from me to call on the rest of any nation to get its act together and see stuff done; this applies strictly to my own self and none other. Before Xmas, I want to have my two currently contracted books settled and gone (that's Story Road, the collection of short stories for Lethe Press, and Being Small, the novel(la) for Per Aspera). And then comes the new year, and the drive to see Kipling finished with Mars. He's an old man; he needs to get home and see Carrie...
If I had my druthers, I would so live in the Mission.
Tragically, I am in fact drutherless in this regard, for want of a million dollars or so. Hey-ho. But I'm here now, which is niceness enough; and I'm meeting m'wife later and we're going for dinner with friends; and meantime I am not short of work to do, nor of the impetus to do it.
I have decided to declare this PeBoFiPe, or Pebofipe for easier typing: which as any fule will recognise must stand for Personal Book(s) Finishing Period. Far be it from me to call on the rest of any nation to get its act together and see stuff done; this applies strictly to my own self and none other. Before Xmas, I want to have my two currently contracted books settled and gone (that's Story Road, the collection of short stories for Lethe Press, and Being Small, the novel(la) for Per Aspera). And then comes the new year, and the drive to see Kipling finished with Mars. He's an old man; he needs to get home and see Carrie...