I've been a day late all week; was a bit of a shock to discover that today's Thursday, when I'd been so sure that yesterday was Tuesday. Anyway, having reoriented myself I spent the morning fielding phonecalls and emails about the magazine. There seems to be a bit of buzz starting - emails from interested publishers, and calls from two more reviewers who want to come on board. Four parcels of books, too. I should have done this years ago. Going to a bookshop has always been my equivalent of going to a dealer on a street corner, the growing excitement, the heady feeling of being surrounded by books, the rush as I take my choices to the till and they bag up these new-minted packages for me. Now it's like the dealer has started visiting me - for free!
Which of course adds a small problem. I then have to give these books away to reviewers. Particularly difficult today, when someone requested one of my favourites - On the Overgrown Path, from PS Publishing. It was about Janacek, and that sort of thing is always hard for me to resist; I've just also read Doubting Thomas, from Peter Owen Publishing, a superb novella about Caravaggio. Anyway, I parcelled up Overgrown Path and sent it off, and I expect I'll get over it eventually. Today's shiny new collection helps alleviate the pain.
Six days to the copy deadline, 43 days to the launch. Anxious? Me?
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