The weather here is starting to change; darkness comes, minute by minute, earlier each night, my hands are beginning to feel cold more often than not, and it feels as if each time I step out of the house for more than a few moments I'm covered in hundreds of curled, dried up leaves from trees who are hurriedly shedding their summer feelings. Waking early fails to reveal anything much, because it's all still shrouded in mist and water, and the ground begins to let go of this as the day progresses; unwillingly, wanting to keep the clouds closer.
ON THE JOURNAL THIS PAST WEEK, ETC:
Notes on existence, the relationship between me and ideas, and the ever-interesting words of Walt Whitman.
I should also mention that there is a sale over on Society6, from Sunday morning until midnight Monday, so the first two days of October. They have 25% off everything and even though I've been just horrid at uploading anything new on there, it's where all the untranslatable prints reside, and as you often ask me about those, I thought it would be sensible to reiterate.
WORK-RELATED NEWS:
It is looking like we will have a new UK publisher for my third book, which would mean a new editor to work with and a whole additional bunch of excitement. I've planned the next seven months to within an inch of anything in terms of work, to ensure that deadlines are met and hopefully not hurtled towards. It has been so unexpectedly difficult to filter out the rest of life enough, difficult to move certain things into the background in order to focus the most important parts of my head on creating new material, but then it would be foolish to think any part of this was going to be simple.
The illustrations I did for Japanese magazine Liniere are all tied up, although I now have to wait until December to see them in print.
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
This photographic series by recent art graduate Josh Huxham.
The end.
I will not be at home when today happens again but in a week, so it is likely that there will not be a newsletter. But, then again, perhaps there might, so there is really very little sense in me supposing either way.
Farewell, see you next sometime.
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