Not a word from editor or publisher. It’s been two weeks now. This is more dispiriting than a hangover. Not even ‘I can’t open the attachment’, or ‘Don’t worry I printed it out and it’s in the shredder’. Nothing. Not a peep.
Oh well, I tell myself, there are too many books and editors are busy people. there may well be a good reason why I haven’t heard. Life is far more important than art.
Meanwhile each day I turn out a cupboard. Yesterday it was shoes. Never again will I wear an uncomfortable shoe. What vanity made me buy those heels. Today it will be kitchen shelves: herbs and spices. The paprika has turned beige and the cumin is best before 2014.