What a crazily busy weekend. My detox took a back seat. Like. In the boot. We ate out Friday, Saturday, and tonight, so really, what hope did I have? And once I sunk my choppers into my exquisite black truffle gnocchi at Balzari on Friday night there was no turning back really.
This afternoon CJ and I went to the launch of Etchings #7 Chameleons at the gorgeous Abbotsford Convent. One of the writers who also did the Overland Master Class with me, Alec Patric, did a reading from his story Ducks that opens the issue. He read very well and of course I had to buy the journal to find out how the story ends!
Chameleons also features an extract from Nobel Prize for Literature winner, JM Coetzee’s new novel Summertime, published in Sept this year by Random House, along with a wonderful array of short fiction, poetry, essays, and art.
And now I can’t believe the weekend is blinking its sleepy eyes and it’s back to work tomorrow afternoon, and a desperate dash this week to get a recent short story re-drafted and submitted to something that I really should have submitted to a week ago.
And now, just for fun, I thought we might revist an old post, just for an end-of-week-laugh. Go on, you know you want to.