Onwards!
About to go out to to minor chores (have already done laundry and started the long process of defrosting the freezer; doing it in stages as I can't unplug the darn thing). Book proposal slowly coming into focus; realize that unless I obsess over it & nothing else then it won't be as good as it could be, so the first thing is to figure out what I want and then see if I can get to talk w/Green (writing would be better though, seeing as I don't have a recorder) and so on. My strength in writing isn't necessarily in pure...anything but in the mish-mash that is music, philosophy, personal experience and the wider picture of sales, charts, etc. Will this make a great book? Don't know, but it's where I feel strongest...
In the meantime, neither Oxfam interview yielded work; the first wasn't a surprise, really, but I think my lack of savoir-faire in fashion scuttled the other. I managed the Chelsea Oxfam yesterday and stayed there long after we closed as a delivery was coming, so that was good, even if it meant having to go back to bed until 10 this morning out of fatigue...onwards!
Watching, episode by episode, The Prisoner (original version). The number of dead is only equalled by the number of women who have a thing for Number 6, one way or another. No doubt I'm dreaming a lot lately of the US because that's where I was when I first saw the series, but then I was a baby when it was first on and who knows, I may be flashing back to that, which might explain the intensity of the dreams; I am always invariably missing someone in them, the world is big and I'm small...the dreams fade upon waking but they are there and I don't know if they are theraputic or not...I think watching it is, as it's the ultimate American's-reaction-to-the-UK series, amongst other things.
In the meantime, neither Oxfam interview yielded work; the first wasn't a surprise, really, but I think my lack of savoir-faire in fashion scuttled the other. I managed the Chelsea Oxfam yesterday and stayed there long after we closed as a delivery was coming, so that was good, even if it meant having to go back to bed until 10 this morning out of fatigue...onwards!
Watching, episode by episode, The Prisoner (original version). The number of dead is only equalled by the number of women who have a thing for Number 6, one way or another. No doubt I'm dreaming a lot lately of the US because that's where I was when I first saw the series, but then I was a baby when it was first on and who knows, I may be flashing back to that, which might explain the intensity of the dreams; I am always invariably missing someone in them, the world is big and I'm small...the dreams fade upon waking but they are there and I don't know if they are theraputic or not...I think watching it is, as it's the ultimate American's-reaction-to-the-UK series, amongst other things.