Contemporaneous: Chapter 18
18. Wednesday, I go into work for the morning, but come lunchtime (Autumn ducking her head out of her office to wish me luck) I’m out of there and catching a train into the city (I hate driving into the city) to meet my publisher, Regina, for lunch – well, actually, she was appointed fiction publisher after I was signed and had my two books published, and I’ve only dealt with her briefly, and unsatisfying, over email. She’s only thirty or so, which worries me because I’m ageist – I’ve dealt with younger people in the publishing industry, and they think they know everything. I know that because when I…
Contemporaneous: Chapter 13
13. Morning comes with the same inextricable routine that has become my life: snooze the alarm twice, get out of bed, do my morning stretches, have breakfast, have my Words shot and brush my teeth (I swap A, A, U, in one game, and typically get back a Q, and H and M, and in the other game I swap four Es and get back W, V, V, M – honestly, this is a fucking farce), shower, and once I’m dressed, drive to work. Gainsboro Publishing occupies a refurbished loft just on the fringe of the industrial sector in the southern suburbs – not the most glamorous or affluent,…