To my scattered agents go
Feb. 25th, 2009 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperance...and, more importantly, to my editor. New book, submission draft: polished up, parcelled up and gone. Phew.
[ETA: response from editor? Out-of-office. Figures...]
Tonight I dine in town with almost the oldest of my friends, almost the longest-standing. But that's dinner, and this isn't lunch yet. What to do, with the day between...?
Oh lor', I don't know. 'Spect I'll think of something. It may well involve shopping. Or alcohol. Or work. Or all of those.
Meantime I have good bread (I know it's good, I baked it); I have chorizo and bacon and mushrooms and eggs. It is not impossible that I can create a luncheon fit for a man who has no book to write. Until this afternoon, perhaps...
[ETA: response from editor? Out-of-office. Figures...]
Tonight I dine in town with almost the oldest of my friends, almost the longest-standing. But that's dinner, and this isn't lunch yet. What to do, with the day between...?
Oh lor', I don't know. 'Spect I'll think of something. It may well involve shopping. Or alcohol. Or work. Or all of those.
Meantime I have good bread (I know it's good, I baked it); I have chorizo and bacon and mushrooms and eggs. It is not impossible that I can create a luncheon fit for a man who has no book to write. Until this afternoon, perhaps...
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