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desperanceI was going to cook a mallard this evening, slowly, in red cabbage and onion and apple, with wine and vinegar and star anise and such; and while it cooked I was going to do a bucketsworth of work, and...
And, and, and. I just heard from my American agent, and Ace have turned down the new proposal. Apparently not enough of you guys bought the last book, damn your cold blue eyes.
Which means that I don't actually have a publisher at the moment, for the first time in twenty years. Which leaves me feeling very pale & shaky; and while no doubt the cooking would be good for me, I'm really not sure I'd want to eat it afterwards.
Don't really know what to do with myself, right now. Don't want to cook, can't work. I'd go out, but I can't think where to go, and I am - I think - past the stage of just walking the streets when I'm upset. But staying home and drinking doesn't hold that many attractions either. One of those moments where I actually wish I still smoked; I'm absent a due response to crisis...
And, and, and. I just heard from my American agent, and Ace have turned down the new proposal. Apparently not enough of you guys bought the last book, damn your cold blue eyes.
Which means that I don't actually have a publisher at the moment, for the first time in twenty years. Which leaves me feeling very pale & shaky; and while no doubt the cooking would be good for me, I'm really not sure I'd want to eat it afterwards.
Don't really know what to do with myself, right now. Don't want to cook, can't work. I'd go out, but I can't think where to go, and I am - I think - past the stage of just walking the streets when I'm upset. But staying home and drinking doesn't hold that many attractions either. One of those moments where I actually wish I still smoked; I'm absent a due response to crisis...