Welcome to the sixth newsletter. We made it through another week, but this edition is (4 hours) late and so please accept my apologies. It's been a strange week, and I couldn't get home for two days, because an unexploded WWII bomb was found up the hill and my abode was in an exclusion zone (I kid you not at all this really happened). And I feel like all this sunshine is slowing me down. Moan moan moan. Let's begin.
THINGS THAT HAPPENED ON THE BLOG THIS WEEK:
This thing. That was all. Like I said, strange days and strange week. My prioriteas right now are Earl Grey and then more Earl Grey. Then Rose Earl Grey (if you haven't discovered this yet your life will change forever).
BOOK-RELATED NEWS:
Spain is wanting to change things in their edition and I'm trying not to let them. When I created the artwork for Lost in Translation, foreign editions were not even on my radar. Heck, I didn't even know what a foreign edition was (though I probably could have guessed because most of the time I manage not to be a potato).
They have also removed three words from their edition, as they were Spanish ones. I get this, I really do, but if it were my language I would still be interested in those mother-tongue words that other people elsewhere don't have. That's just me.
ALSO:
There are a few signed copies of Lost in Translation left (the US edition), so if you're interested, you know where to find them.
P.s. There is an option to have a handwritten note inside the front page, which doesn't cost anything extra and means I have to write really carefully .
THINGS NOBODY ELSE HAS SEEN, EVER:
1. You remember Roger? Patrick? Julia? This is Barnaby, and I promised last week you guys would see him first, so here we go.
2. A thought that crossed my mind once upon a long time ago.
3. A small linoprint I made, probably several years ago now. Cannot remember what I was thinking about at the time, which likely means it was important.
The end.
Excellent. I feel like it was a good one this week, and hopefully I'll still have something to talk about next Saturday. I always think so much will happen in that time, that I'll do things and be creating a bunch, that I'll get food shopping and do weeding and whatever else... and then it gets to the weekend (which still contains a lot of working hours), and I've forgotten so much. But then I remember that I'm completely exhausted and I can logically deduce that a lot has happened.
Farewell, see you next sometime.
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