I am a Bear of Little Brains
I am in a daze. A pleasant, slightly woozy and spirit-raising feeling totally related to a potential, amazing slice of happiness that I am almost half-convinced I must have dreamt discovering last night. There is also a huge surge of relief flooding through my system now the turmoil and weirdness of late is out in the open.
Aside walking in the woods and recovering from last night’s shock, (only a jolt of total astonishment because I am a bear of little brains) today has mainly been spent catching up on emails. From Croatian rappers to irate picture editors, from authors I have not seen in months to former members of the KGB and Doctor Who fans, I am now up to date on my electronic correspondence. I have even managed to glue in some arrangements for coming up to town on Thursday. Tomorrow I tackle the post office backlog; there are books to Eire, Croatia and Switzerland to get out. This is a conscious deck clearing exercise as I know that in a few days time I will be locked down in the horrible job of rewrites for the last 50,000 words of Organized Crime.
Aside walking in the woods and recovering from last night’s shock, (only a jolt of total astonishment because I am a bear of little brains) today has mainly been spent catching up on emails. From Croatian rappers to irate picture editors, from authors I have not seen in months to former members of the KGB and Doctor Who fans, I am now up to date on my electronic correspondence. I have even managed to glue in some arrangements for coming up to town on Thursday. Tomorrow I tackle the post office backlog; there are books to Eire, Croatia and Switzerland to get out. This is a conscious deck clearing exercise as I know that in a few days time I will be locked down in the horrible job of rewrites for the last 50,000 words of Organized Crime.
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