hope you are well (can't remember you being terribly well, but I'm sure most of it depends on perspective). The weather here is horrid, it's Thursday and London is lost in rain and rather dirty cloud. Not dirty in a good, healthy Heather Graham kind of a way; the dirty cloud is not buying me one too many drinks and offering to let me put my hand up its shirt. It's just grubby and greasy, which incidentally is how you will end up by the time you reach February 2010 if you don't stop drinking cheap lager and go to the gym!
You will be distressed to learn that you are still working in the basement of an antiquarian bookshop. I realise that by now you thought you would have written at least one mediocre novel that people close to you said nice things about and no-one else read. Well, you haven't; although you have thought about it a lot...which is not very useful because if there is one thing you will definitely have learned by the time you get here it is that the thought most definitely does not count. Oh, and there are no people close to you either, so good job there!
On the plus side you made a new friend just this morning. You were on the tube and a man who smelled like a rotting stag trapped under a log went to sleep on your shoulder and tried to put his hand in your pants, so that was different. Then you got to work and had a conversation on the telephone with a man so painfully well bred he actually couldn't pronounce half of the alphabet or string a coherent sentence together without spending half of it going: ahhh! Errrrm! Ahhhm! He sounded like Lord Kitchener being fellated; and then he ended up not buying anything after all. Presumably he changed his mind and had to go have a cigarette.
Anyway, have to go for now, I must catalogue a first edition Hounds of Tindalos with a cover I'm certain was illustrated by Mervyn Peake.
I shall of course get back to you later, in the meantime do some sit ups and stop being miserable about that blonde; I can promise you that by the time you get here you'll have forgotten her name (otherwise I would have used it!).
Best Wishes
You (now)
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