Because even after half a bottle of Bollinger, I wasn’t nearly drunk enough, and now, typing this, I am not at all hungover, nor filled with that warm and generous feeling of having been with friends and eaten too much pizza and told too many lies although I did. Because where I really wanted to be was here. I have work to do.
A story to send to PS, tweaking it now. A short coming out on Thursday at Opium Magazine. The wonderful Seb Doubinksy prepping the December Zap which will include at least one piece by moi, probably Blue Moves. Another article to write for The Nervous Breakdown, plus wonderful stuff from friends to read, read, read.
I spent the first half hour in the candle-lit dark thinking, I’m going to have to go home and write about this, but then the Top Ten Classics and the steam and the rubbing and the creaminess took over and then I was just a piece of meat. But now I’m loving Brentley Frazer’s “Swimming…
Sad to see that at the ridiculously young age of 64, Michael Hart, founder of Project Gutenberg, was found dead at his home in Urbana, Illinois. Described by admirers as an ardent technologist and futurist, Michael Stern Hart was to the eBook what Grove Press’s Barney Rosset was to print—making out-of-print literature available to millions,…
Here me roar.
I just read Richard Thomas’s review of Ethel Rohan’s Cut Through the Bone, on TNB. What a talented and inspirational author. I read some of her stuff on Dogzplot last year and determined to read more. Visiting her blog is like a swift kick up the pants.