This is the beginning of the story of an autobiography, from when it was accepted ( months ago) to the time when it will be published ( some months from now). The working title is Undue Process but I have decided I don't like that anymore and am going to change it back to Excessomania. Because that is what the story is really about, excess, mania, a specific time and place that captures my story. I don't think we'll ever have those heady consumption-driven airbuck-fuelled glory days again. No, we are now in the pst-consumptive, sackcloth and hessian wearing Opus Dei self castigating chill of a Nuclear Dawn. The banking and financial meltdown has hit everyone harder, much harder than anyone ever though likely or possible and now the world gazes inward at its own collective navel and wonders where it all went so horribly wrong.
Publisher is in India, promoting her own book. Which is two months late, printer's fault. Promises she will be here this week and all concerns will be addressed but am finding it more than a little difficult to keep calm and persevere in the belief that it'll be all right Jack. I deliberately went with her, I like her, she was a concious choice and her company www.revengeink.com will, I think in the end do my book justice. It is a small independent publisher, whereas I would have been lost at a monolithic behemoth of an imprint. So this week is it, we see.