I would post but my good LORD how is it so hot in here. Faces are not supposed to sweat. That is something I firmly believe. Surely this whole scenario should make sweet delicious cups of cheap nonsense coffee less attractive but no, I want them. I want them very badly. I haven’t slept in days. I have discovered that being on edge is a prerequisite of good writing. I have been doing some very, very good writing. Everyone should read some Roberto Bolaño. Where was I? Oh, right.
Bolano ( i can’t find the n with he thingy on top…) is enjoying a bit of a post mortem fame here in the US and another 11 of his books will be translated in 09, prompting Rolling Stone to call him the Tupac of letters.
And you can’t send me a single email? That’s it Tempy …WE ARE THROUGH!
I jest really.
Send me some writing to read! Even random paragraphs so the plot/premise etc isn’t ruined.
If this is your master work I would like a preview
I’m in the process of sorting stuff out. Patiencccccce
11? Good gravy. These Chilean poets are just mo money, mo money, mo money.
Fine however as consolation I want the first thing you say to me on Saturday to me ‘Delicious’ in the way you know I want you to say it *produces fist and shakes it*
Meet you in Nando’s so.
Fantastic. What time will you be up in B’fast? I’m thinking of being a tourist for the day and going on the bus tour.
Earlyyyyy. Don’t know specific times. We shall be in touch.