How the heck does one promote two books at the same time without appearing to show favouritism?
The only answer is to split into two equal halves and give a book to each of them…
Doing the laundry is such a boring chore! I am seriously tempted to buy 365 shirts, so I can wear a new one every day and then do all my washing once a year by chucking all the dirty clothes over a waterfall…
OK rain, you’ve made your point…
You are sky water. You fall out of big dark fluffy sky sheep called clouds. You give the plants a drink. You make overlapping concentric circles on puddles and ponds like a geometry lecturer explaining venn diagrams. You trickle down the back of my neck like the opposite of erotic fingertips. I understand you and your game. You can stop now. There is nothing more to teach me…
My so-called ‘smartphone’ broke again last night, just because it got a few drops of rain on it when I took the photos of the moon peeping through the clouds. What a pathetic piece of technology! When I bought it, people said to me, “Congratulations! You have finally moved into the 21st Century! It’s like a miniature portable computer” and they were right, it is like that — like a crappy miniature portable computer that’s a feeble sad wimp and a backstabbing traitor into the bargain!
I have cut down hugely on buying books — supposedly — but couldn’t resist these in a charity shop on the way home just now. A great selection by Goethe, Beckford, Melville, RLS, DH Lawrence, Conrad, Tolstoy, Edgeworth, Chekhov, Mann, Gaskell, Camus, Colette, etc…
Too tired today to do any hiking. I will go for a long walk this evening instead. So I will be starting work on my 741st story this afternoon, which is probably going to be called something like ‘Gathering the Genial Genies’ and will be about a man who collects genies. It will only be a few pages long and will be written with the aid of regular coffee and some chocolate.
Camped by a river in a forest and got up to watch the sunrise.
A small group of nuns gathered on the convent lawn facing my window and praying at me. All because I shouted at one of them last week that I would thermite bomb their store of power tools! Now they are counterstriking with ostentatious piety. These nuns are real Harridans of Christ… Vows of celibacy should come with a health warning. It’s an unnatural condition, in total opposition to the function for which we evolved over millions of years, and it creates insanity.
A variation on a waldorf salad for my dinner…
i think i am going to turn into one of those people who post photographs of what they eat…
sorry!
my darbuka arrived in the mail for me this morning.
my neighbours — the nuns who use power tools — will be pleased…
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