No reason. I just think this is awesome.
Eine kurze Lesung aus “Der Goldene Schwarm” und grüße von mir (unbekannteweise). Hallo, Deutsch-sprechende :)
I can be wearing a designer tux and patent leather shoes, I can have my hair cut, my eyebrows trimmed, my nails done, my chin shaved by experts - and I will look rumpled. I am topologically predetermined to be rumpled. I think I’m a fold in spacetime.
morgenstern asked: i remember you once posted a couple of short stories on your blog, something like victorian pulp fiction noir stuff, pardon my horrible definition. Are those still up somewhere? I can't seem to find them. But my memory is really hazy about it. But I remember those were great.
Yarrrr… The Franzavius stories. You actually quoted one, way back when. The stories don’t display properly since the site revamp - something I need to sort out - but I’ll see if I can repost them or something.
This is my workspace this morning. I’m concerned that it may be a reflection of my mind. Also: we really need to get to the bit where we refurbish the house and my study is not the corner of the kids’ bathroom/play area.
Because I am almost sure that is not how Hemmingway rolled.
Brighton seafront, yesterday evening. Lovely. Was in town for the Penguin Random House conference (alas, they will not be reconsidering their rejection of the name “Random Penguin”) and having fun with my publishers there. Back late and now coughing like a drowning muskrat - thank you, bronchia - but a grand time and part of the job, to boot.
Sadly, one can’t photograph hilarious conversations about canyoning (you did WHAT? WHY?) or the taste of sticky toffee pudding, but the landscape obliged.